27 September 2014
Saturday morning
In the idling
hours after breakfast, sliding inexorably toward lunch, when there is
not much to do in this preplanned, regimented life, designed by and
for others, I found myself going through various news items on the
Internet. In that way that only hyperlinking on an infinitely large
database as the web can provide, I came across this article on ageing
from the BBC:
http://www.bbc.com/future/story/20140520-the-girls-who-never-age
As I read the
article a notion echoed in the recesses of my mind, how some people
struggle so heroically against aging. With its concordant issues of
aches and pains, bodily and organ dysfunctions, mental processes
decaying to the point that the actions one has come to command and
control as activities they have used to navigate living in this body
for the sake of experiencing things in the physical world. I, myself,
have enjoyed many of those same things, but the choice of experiences
I wanted to sample were often quite different from what many of those
surrounding me bought into.
High school was
not the apogee of my academic life, in fact it was mostly a survival
occurrence designed to challenge others but often seemed to greatly
and successfully underwhelm me. I enjoyed competitive swimming
through a lot of my life. Yet I often felt like a voyeur as I was
never buying into the competition aspect, I never got enjoyment in
comparing my feats to others, I had difficulty understanding the
apparent ego based way my peers did this. I could see no value to
this type of cross unit equivalence. I was often destructive to the
self and others. People often assigned value of a dubious sort that
was often destructive to this kind of ranking. The joys of being in
water were more experiential and not well understood by others. The
way I could be weightless in water, the comparative tremendous
viscosity advantage that water had over air, the feeling of water
buoying and offering a resistance against which I could propel
myself. Somehow these features were never seen by those for whom
one's most recent exposure to water is measured by a stopwatch.
I lived for the
joy of skiing. I began as a small child. Taken to ski by my parents
at an early age, I was smitten at an early age an could never again
look away. The act of sliding effortlessly across snow was so unique
and previously unknown. Snow, that necessary ingredient for skiing,
begin to claim to be an important element in my young mind. Beyond
snowballs and snow shoveling as hallmarks of a winter life to be
looked at with reactive awareness or dread, when not playing with
skis in the back yard, a snow filled day had a certain smell
attributed to it. The faint odor of wet gloves and clothing having
been snow covered and subsequently moistened, maybe almost wet, had
an odor unlike anything else. The memories associated with this aroma
were often my favorites. Similarly a snow covered dog that soon
becomes damp from snowmelt brings forth similar delightful mental
images.
Looking at these
memories, I can see what has always intrigued me, I can more fully
understand what often drew me onward toward the major elements which
I chose to undertake throughout my life. My academic and work related
activities all were predicated on learning how and then enjoying the
bright faced experience of discovery by others. The glow of self
recognition that illuminates another's face as the awareness becomes
clear to them. Then the growing glow of understanding that this
knowledge is their's and their;s alone, that they will be able to
summons this at any future time without any support from others is
an image that is unique in the world.
As these thoughts
and ideas played through my mind while reading of the quest by others
to prolong life, it occurred to me that the object of life was not
the length of living, but to what degree one was satisfied with the
experience no matter the length. It may seem selfish to read of my
inner experiences, but I have also noticed that when I am
experiencing this joy in others, they are getting something from me
as well. A sort of energetic boost, an unseen, but well felt
encouragement that they are indeed doing something of value. That
glow from others showed that in spite of arguments to the contrary,
this was the correct path to have taken.
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