One of the greatest things about being over 40, for me, is the freedom that comes from dropping the previously unconscious notion of trying to constantly please everyone. Sure, I like to be liked and all that stuff, but for me, the reality has come home to rest inside myself, that indeed, it is not all that important, ultimately, what others may think about you. Quite frankly, it is not actually your business at all, but rather their's. It took the birth of my baby girl 4 years ago for this truth to settle down deep in my bones. The 'settling' in of this Truth has been a process of realization that has occurred over a protracted period of time. I had felt that way intellectually for quite sometime. In fact, I didn't even know that I didn't know the Truth of this.
For me, this is a kind of freedom that releases some of the core components of who I am, and I am quietly celebrating this discovery. This is priceless. It's not everyday that major freedoms to the Heart of you wake you up inside yourself, cleaning your eyes, wiping away the grit of years and of conditioning, and releasing the pressures of conformity that you imposed upon yourself for decades because that's what you were taught and that's what everyone else seemed to be doing also (like as if that's Ever a good reason).
You hear a lot of complaints about aging in the world. Our whole society is geared to be afraid of it,...to try to delay it,...to deny it,...to try and undo it,...and on and on. Simply, it's part of life: Your life, my life, everyone's life, in reference to the 'mortal coil' of the shell we wear, is ensconced by and intertwined.....with time. Okay, so fine.
For me, time has seemed to bring a kind of freedom. Not time itself, actually, but time brought the grist mill that lays the foundation for the natural potential flowering of internal freedom, real freedom: freedom within the Self.
I like being where I am. I love where I am at along time's scale. I accept it. You couldn't pay me to go back to the teenage years, and besides, freedom is here:
Real Freedom.
I can Taste it.
For me, this is a kind of freedom that releases some of the core components of who I am, and I am quietly celebrating this discovery. This is priceless. It's not everyday that major freedoms to the Heart of you wake you up inside yourself, cleaning your eyes, wiping away the grit of years and of conditioning, and releasing the pressures of conformity that you imposed upon yourself for decades because that's what you were taught and that's what everyone else seemed to be doing also (like as if that's Ever a good reason).
You hear a lot of complaints about aging in the world. Our whole society is geared to be afraid of it,...to try to delay it,...to deny it,...to try and undo it,...and on and on. Simply, it's part of life: Your life, my life, everyone's life, in reference to the 'mortal coil' of the shell we wear, is ensconced by and intertwined.....with time. Okay, so fine.
For me, time has seemed to bring a kind of freedom. Not time itself, actually, but time brought the grist mill that lays the foundation for the natural potential flowering of internal freedom, real freedom: freedom within the Self.
I like being where I am. I love where I am at along time's scale. I accept it. You couldn't pay me to go back to the teenage years, and besides, freedom is here:
Real Freedom.
I can Taste it.