Repeat after me:
I trust that everything will be all right. Magnificent. Marvelous.
Even if it sounds like a lie. I must trust.
I watched a bird die yesterday. All of us humans watched it, flailing, fearful, and dying. I think its wing was broken, maybe its spine. I don’t know if it was hit by the bus I was riding– maybe it flew into the bus at full speed. I don’t know how it came to be upon its deathbed, but everyone’s attention to it drew my eyes towards it as well. There was a man standing outside, only feet away from it, holding his four year old daughter’s hand. She watched the bird flap around, wondering if it was going to die. The father did nothing to protect his child from seeing this. He just held her hand and watched with her.
She looked up at him, with tears in her eyes. “Daddy?” I read her lips. “Are you ready to go now?” he asked her. She nodded, and they walked away. I looked back at the bird, and it was lying on its back, its eyes glazed over. I don’t know if someone put it out of its misery or if it finally just laid on its back and accepted its fate.
We all die someday.
I could hear others on the bus with me crying out, “Put it out of its misery!” Some shook their heads and looked away. Some couldn’t help but watch the last dying moments of this simple creature. It was sad to me, so I forced myself to watch how everyone reacted. One woman even crossed herself in the name of the Father.
We all react differently to this experience. We have our thoughts and fears about death, our hopes and dreams about life, and somewhere in between those hopes and fears, lies our attitude about everything.
It is the simple fact that eventually we all must die that guides us in every aspect of existence, whether we’re aware of it or not. Somewhere, we must take on a perspective, a consolation, or an allowance for our own mortality, and in doing so, we embrace an entire attitude about life.
When we are Aware of its significance, we must choose our perspective. We must choose our attitude… And in doing so, our entire lives unravel before us. Revealed in our awareness is the life we watch through a lens of our perception of how life IS.
I choose to trust. It may sound like a lie sometimes. It may seem ridiculous. But I choose to trust because I don’t like the other choices which are fear, worry, and pain. I choose to trust because it seems to be the choice that feels best. I might be a dreamer, and some say I have my head in the clouds, and I agree sometimes. But that’s my choice, and I embrace it.
21 Responses to “Trust”
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May 2nd, 2008 at 1:22 pm
Trust is awareness and surrender to what is.
“Put it out of its misery!” = I, the observer, am in misery. The other’s misery has touched my own misery (and I do not like it!)
-Kristian
May 2nd, 2008 at 1:33 pm
Looks like there are a lot of words up there.
May 2nd, 2008 at 1:55 pm
Well put, Kristian! Thank you for contributing!
May 2nd, 2008 at 3:00 pm
“It is the simple fact that eventually we all must die that guides us in every aspect of existence, whether we’re aware of it or not.”
I beg to differ. My inevitable mortality does not guide me in every aspect of existence. For instance, the fact that I have a job. I didn’t get a job because I knew I would die someday, I got a job in order to live a better life. That’s just one of many examples. Additionally, death does not necessarily have to be the end of existence.
As a matter of fact, the only thing in this story that makes any sense, or has any philosophical merit is the last paragraph. And this:
“I trust that everything will be all right. Magnificent. Marvelous.”
If that was the only thing you said on the whole page, I would’ve given you the StumbleUpon thumbs up.
May 2nd, 2008 at 3:13 pm
I appreciate your brutal honesty, FMDC.
The beauty of philosophy is that one person’s perspective can be shaped in a completely different form than another’s…
May 2nd, 2008 at 4:11 pm
Sounds like you’re full of yourself. Here’s a hint: intellectual jackoff marathons aren’t going to win you book deals and the esteem of your peers, no matter how deep you think you sound.
May 2nd, 2008 at 4:45 pm
how fitting, that satan should exist on an otherwise secular and existential page.
you, my good sir, are mistrust to a perpendicularly-crossed T.
to the rest of you who don’t take every last moment of beauty to enter your perception as a moneymaking scheme, don’t feel bad. we all get shit on by these fucks.
/i concur.
May 2nd, 2008 at 4:48 pm
As I’m not entirely what context or to whom their comments are directed, I’m not sure I can solidly respond. Therefore, I ignore them! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
May 2nd, 2008 at 11:53 pm
I simply loved reading this post. The first one i opened was this and i can’t really ask for more!Now, how would you like to be a regular contributor to “The Voices Within”?:)
Thanks a ton for showing interest in writing for the group blog!We’ll talk about this in detail in MYbloglog.
Keep blogging and keep the great work going!
May 3rd, 2008 at 8:38 am
I wrote you an email, but figure I should post it here, too:
Yep!!
So, How does it work????
I’m glad you like my writing– I have fun with it, and sometimes it’s nice to be validated about it, yunno?
Thanks much, Love,
Have a fabulous Saturday
Ash
May 5th, 2008 at 10:20 am
Thank you.
May 5th, 2008 at 10:26 am
Louise, Thank YOU!
May 5th, 2008 at 10:42 am
Awesome and thought provoking. You actually took me on the bus with you…
May 5th, 2008 at 10:43 am
You like that one, Billy? Try this one on for size:
http://www.perilouslyprecocious.com/wake-up/
May 5th, 2008 at 11:20 am
Yeah, I figured I’d give it another shot with all these replies flying around. I checked it out, there’s still a lot of words up there and it’s as though they are here to stay.
May 5th, 2008 at 11:32 am
BTR, would you rather I edit it into shorter sentences?
Maybe paraphrase for you?
May 5th, 2008 at 6:00 pm
haha you emo motherfucker
May 5th, 2008 at 6:03 pm
seriously, so of us do not think about it. I know those of you obsessed with death, germs and sex don’t get it…but those of use who don’t care or don’t obsess just don’t care.
Do I think about death at 40 years of age? very infrequently, so I do not think it guides my life. Recent friends deaths made me reel in my health somewhat, but that was for my family. Other then that, I just don’t care.
May 5th, 2008 at 6:26 pm
Danny,
<3
Shawn,
Some people don’t, but those of us who are admittedly neurotic do!
May 6th, 2008 at 9:44 am
It’s not that people like Shawn don’t care, that’s just a defense. A way to placate themselves, and shield themselves from the the truth that they are too scared to face the reality and truth of it all.
May 6th, 2008 at 9:48 am
True, it’s easier to not think about things we don’t like…