On bended knee
The dreaded day has arrived. I will not moan about how inconvenient the recovery will be. I will not lament over the stupidity of the accident. I will not even admit that I loathe anesthesia and am a little frightened. Rather I will write about how lucky I am. I have the ability to go to a top hospital and be operated on by a top surgeon.
I will write about how short our memories are. It is only in hardships that we stop and reassess our priorities and values. We make a firm commitment to ‘do things differently’ and ‘never take xyz for granted’. And then a few days or weeks go by and we happily forget our earlier rude awakening and slip back into frivolity.
Perhaps if I write down my convictions I will have a better chance of sticking to them. Here goes:
- I promise to never to take my health for granted again
- I promise to never complain about the little things because the bigger picture is so much more important
- I promise to be grateful for all the resources I have in my life and not moan about what I don’t have
- I promise… to remember to live today and not in a distant future when something different has happened
As I write this I am filled with love, ha ha that sounds funny but it is true. When we pause for just a moment we can glimpse for an instant how seriously cool this world is and how seriously cool we all are. If only we could remember this simple and singular truth.
But we aren’t meant to. We are meant to be faced with challenges and sadness and loss – how else would our indomitable spirits rise to create the wonders that we have? I think human progress would have been halted in its tracks many centuries ago if we weren’t so complex. In trying to figure out reality we have ended up shaping it.
But then again… sometimes shit just happens and this too we must accept.
