A few years ago a friend of mind told me that when he died he didn't want to go to an afterlife no matter how great it might be. He loved this world so much that he wanted to come back again and again. At the time I thought that that was one of the most ridiculous things that I had ever heard. Who in their right mind would want to come back here? Now I can kind of understand where he was coming from, kind of. Ever since I left my parent's home when I was eighteen, I have felt like I have been operating at a deficit. Constantly worrying how I would pay this bill or that bill, and where the money was going to come from to get basic needs met, which doesn't make for a lot of fun.
I have a tremendous need to travel, create artistically, and surround myself with beauty.I feel as if I am standing outside looking in at all of the wonderful experiences that life has to offer. I can't find the key to the door anywhere, who knows the door may be unlocked, but I just can't figure out how to open it. Feeling that the things in life that I yearn for are beyond my reach, makes me reconsider the idea of being reborn into this world. If I could be guaranteed that I would not break any bones, or suffer any serious physical injury then I think I might not mind having another shot at life on Planet Earth. I imagine coming back and living in Italy, or somewhere in the English countryside. Having the means to travel, and finally take a road trip to California. What if I came back and my creativity was unblocked? What if I was a writer, artist, or film maker by profession? What if my life was arranged as such where I could worry about things other than money, if I felt the need to worry at all. I would hope that I would be gregarious in my next life. I would love to be the sort of person that was a great friend and that had many friends.
Last month I happened upon a gorgeous blog by a writer and artist in the UK. Thousands of people visit her blog; she is a highly gifted artist. In one post she writes about her frustration at living hand to mouth. She has pictures of her cottage in Dartmoor: quaint, peaceful, creative environment, her world covered in a blanket of snow. Yet she has struggles terribly financially. Somehow the thought of the beauty that she puts out into the world despite less than optimal financial conditions, provides me with some solace at the moment. It doesn't take money to create beauty and magic.
I still wouldn't mind experiencing a life not bound by money problems. I'm definitely not asking to come back here again, there is always the chance that I might not get the cottage by the sea, or the spur of the moment flights to Paris to attend poetry readings. I suppose that there is still hope in this life to set things right. I just wish it wasn't so damned hard to figure out.
Hi Davida,
ReplyDeleteThanks for your nice comment on my blog today. I came by to get a glimpse of your blog and I like that you are so prolific in your writing, searching for your way in life.
I'm unsure about the Donate button at the top of your page since I don't understand it- it makes me immediately suspicious.
However, you seem like a good person and I'll follow along.
Nice to meet you.
PAMO
Hi Pamo, welcome to the blog,thanks for following.
ReplyDeleteTo clarify: Having a donate button is a fairly common feature for blogs. Many of the finest blogs that I have read have donate buttons. Never found anything in the least bit suspicious about it. People have them for various reasons. I put mine up when I was going to try to raise money for something, but I never ended up doing it. I never took the button down, and see no reason to.
Not to worry I can't access your savings account;)
I read this, and it sounds like something that could have been plucked right out of my head. I've never been able to figure out how to open that door. I'm beginning to realize that perhaps my life has turned out the way it was meant to be, even though it's no where close to what I had envisioned for myself. I'm thinking that instead of holding onto the old dreams, it's time to start creating a few new ones.
ReplyDeleteClipped Wings, I agree about life turning out the way it is meant to be, sometimes the lessons that we have to learn are not the ones that we would consciously choose to learn, and we would probably rather learning them in a different way. Sometimes the old dreams become obsolete, and sometimes they just need a bit of a makeover.
ReplyDeleteLife is difficult at times and many of us certainly understand the woes of money shortages. And, seriously, who wouldn't like to experience life without money constraints? But then, I look at the life my in-laws lived. They never had a penny to their name but they lived life to the fullest and loved with a passion that I've rarely seen in others. I don't have any answers, but I do wonder if it's all about outlook sometimes. Very thought provoking post!
ReplyDeleteWelcome Empty Nester, I have to tell you that your comment about your in-laws provided me with some solace this weekend. Thank you.
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