Another day slips
Another
day slips past me. And then another week. And now a month….
I
sink further from the ideal. I feel a high-calling continuing to grow away
from my reach. When I was younger, I comforted myself with the thought that there
was still time for an impressive virtue or talent to suddenly blossom in my
life. Now, as I get older, the ceiling of my capabilities is more apparent, and
that realization is disheartening.
The
gap between my sense of naïve entitlement-to-greatness and my actual place in
life continues to grow. And it elicits despair.
I live
the life of a man, a well-fed, social, literate man. What do I have to complain
about?
The
state of man:
—subjugated
to an ape-like existence
The
ape-ness is inescapable. I cannot do without social hierarchy, or food, or sex,
or any of the other vulgar-and-base conditions of this existence.
But
there seems to be something hidden in ape-ness. I imagine that in a different
time, or in a different human/cultural embodiment, a person would call this
hidden quality the divine... They would say something along the lines of
God in man.
Despair…this
realization that I am not entitled to greatness (greatness on human terms) is a
necessary condition of cultivating my soul. My simple every day experience is becoming
richer.
The
things I aspired to in my youth—fame, wealth, unearned greatness, unearned power—are
becoming false idols: inauthentic desires imposed by the ambivalent forces of Life
and culture and society.
What
was it that I really wanted as a child? Did I even want anything? Was I not a
self-propelled wheel?
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