Many years ago, while sailing in the Mediterranean, an old Swedish friend of mine, Mats, told me how on returning to Stockholm, it was only a few days before you were back ‘in it’. Whenever I visit London, my memories of Mats produce a secret smile…
Back ‘in it’….
How apt, unless of course you refuse to be ‘in it’.
Like so many before me and since, I came to London from the North to find work in the city that never sleeps, and struggled in the huge, heaving, unforgiving Capital of our great nation. While sitting on the train after a day’s work, I would feel as if I’d just been fifteen rounds with Mohammed Ali; unsmiling faces would stare back at me, immersed in their own story and probably with that old chestnut running through their minds…
Will I ever be happy?
On that nightmarish urban tread wheel, souls seemed to be drowning in a sea of despair, punctuated only by the thank God it’s Friday syndrome, a hedonistic splurge of weekend activity based on alcohol and sexual endeavour. Where was the serenity? Where was the hope? An endless abyss with a future that promised more of the same?
Folk sometimes ask me why I am so happy all the time. Trust me when I say that my life was just as murky as anyone else’s.
All life is subjective until one steps into total awareness and transcends the little me, that grasping, selfish little monster, the ego self. Then one can see that we are all beautiful, like waves in an ocean; the same source in a different form. Learn to see like a child again… things as they are… no story and a fascination for the ordinary, which is in fact, truly extraordinary! Can you see how our collective little me’s dance like puppets to every little breeze that sweeps our experience? A disaster here, an injustice there; a religion here, a disagreement there… round and round we go, dancing to the ego’s tune. Nothing is ever enough…
There comes a time in one’s life when the question has to be asked…
Is this what I want?
Then the choice has to be made… and it is scary… of course it is. How do you think the Vikings’ felt when they left for Iceland? And yet they did, and found new lands away from the oppression of their kinfolk. Fear is okay, a fuel to make things happen. Of course I am scared when I’m sailing! There’s no Health and Safety where I go!
There are few very fortunate folk who can live their dream… to do something they love and have enough money to survive. For most of us, sacrifices have to be made.
Time or Money… Which is it to be? To be free or not to be? That is the question.
Every moment we have is full of awe and wonder! The miracle of being alive. One can step out of the heavy, dull mist of complaint and discontent. Just believe it! Your birthright is to be free, to be happy, to see through the lie of negativity.
Throw the newspaper away and make your own truth… remember that bad news is a minute part of the whole; good news is never reported. We are all beautiful as we are.
Get out there… be magnificent… because you are!
Be free and not ‘in it’!