One day, when I was feeding the birds in the park, I realized everything I was doing and thinking about lately, was an existential crisis!
My friend told me not to worry:
“If you get up in the morning and then do what you want to do during the day, you can sleep easy because you are living right.”
I was still skeptical.
Just the other day, I was thinking: I was a living, breathing, fragile functioning persona that was going to die one day! That’s scary!
Someone called me an old git last week. Am I really a bitter old person? Am I having an “Old Age Crisis” also?
It seemed like I was questioning the very foundations of my life, whether it had any meaning, purpose or value!
I have experienced the death of loved ones and had traumatic events in my life. But things have come to a head now that I became a senior citizen. Now, I’m always looking for answers!
I’ve gotten very emotional recently. When I’m reading a book or watching a movie, I get tearful. Also, cemeteries have started to bug me. “I’m going to die,” I think. So now, I avoid cemeteries!
The other day I felt my heart skip a beat. Oh no, is it now, so soon? Hypochondria looms!
I’ve started reading existential novels and watching existential movies, in order to find answers. All these goings on was becoming like a “Dark Night of the Soul” or “Ego Death”! What can I do to handle this crisis?
My friend told me to “Anchor” onto something I could be passionate about, something to focus my attention on consistently.
So I started writing articles, short stories and novels full time. It worked and I’ve never looked back. In other words, I’ve created my own meaning and purpose in my later years.
My friend also told me, it’s important to have a sense of humor. So he told me a joke:
“Descartes is in a tavern having a beer. The bartender asks him if he would like another. “I think NOT,” he says and disappears in a puff of smoke.”
“Very funny,” I said.
DID YOU GET IT?
Your blog is amazing and I enjoy every one.
I am looking for purpose, Also like the bit of
humor.
Let’s start with thinking. I don’t think. Thinking happens. The voice in the head never stops talking to us. I am not who my mind thinks I am. when you take away all the thinking, I am what’s left.
Look what you are doing to me Dave. I used to be. But am I now something other than what I was. Oh my goodness. Now I have no idea who I am, who I was or who I may become. It’s your fault Dave. I may sue if I ever figure out who I am and who you are.
Bless you my son.
Tom, your comment is very amusing!
Oh! Oh! I just saw a puff of smoke!
We are not ‘our minds’ – we are something infinitely more. Our minds are a mere tool, a resource for our service. Unfortunately we are born into a world were it is useful for those who would have us believe that we are in fact the servants to our mind.
Watch your thoughts, without judgement and see them pass by like clouds on a summer day and you will glimpse the sun that shines behind them.
We’re all in the same boat, Dave !…#onewayticket ,as I say to my autistic friend ….
I’m a terrible procrastinator …#socialmedia calls me much of the time..love any displacement activities ….
Expect you read abt Gladys Hooper earlier this week …oldest woman in UK at 113…wonderful that she has an 85 yo son !….{^_^}