posted on Apr, 11 2009 @ 06:08 PM
Your question on life got me thinking about something I wrote 9 years ago, a metaphor for the meaning of life:
March 2000
She was a scientist and her focus was on her work. Morning, noon, night, all she ever thought about or concentrated on was her work. The other
things in life were taken care of in the moments between the times she was working. These other things were swept up, and dumped, carelessly or not.
Her concern was not for the people around her, nor for her house (not a house proud person), and it was not for any material possession she had. She
did not collect any objects, except for the samples her data required.
This woman focussed herself on her work, it is the only thing she thought about in regards to anything important, and it was the only thing she
worried about. Seasons came and went, the world changed outside of her laboratory and her workshops, her lectures, her tutorials, her experiments,
and so forth.
Slowly over a few months, her neighbour, Ted got to know her better and he became the closest friend she ever had in her life. One evening as he was
talking to her, he asked her, "What makes you want to work all the time?" he asked.
Slowly dragging her attention to the man on the sofa who had pulled her focus away from her work and interrupted…
What made her want to ?
She thought about it. Her work wasn’t fun, in fact it was quite demanding and very draining. She didn’t do it for the money, as there was little
rewards in the area. She didn’t do it for notoriety, hardly likely to make her famous. She didn’t want to do it all. And the revelation took
her by force.
She had allowed the details, in fact one detail, to take precedence in her life above all others. And as she sat there thinking to herself on life,
and especially her own life, she realised that she didn’t want that to take her focus. That the work she was doing was not important in the
ultimate big picture of life and that her time might be better spent elsewhere. But where? She had no other skills or speciality to offer to the
rest of humanity, and nothing that would make an impact one way or the other…. so why bother changing her life? She wasn’t harming anyone? Or
was she?
Looking at the man on her sofa, watching her think about his question she was struck suddenly by the notion that she still had no answer for him. She
didn’t want to do what she was doing, she was stuck in her habit and it made her feel useful to do her work and be paid for it. That was
it’s only reward.
In one small moment in life she looked at herself, a lonely person plodding her way through life, not accomplishing more than her job requirements.
In that one moment she altered her entire way of thinking and realised that what she had been missing was a focus on LIFE.
To focus all of your attention on the material things before us is a great distraction. To be the best at what you know you can do, is to fall far
short of your goal, and that goal is to learn, achieve, grow, and most importantly LIVE. To explore yourself, what you can do, and not do, to shake
yourself out of any rut you find you have. To stand and spread your arms wide and throw your head back to feel the wind rush through your hair, and
the sun warm your face, the rain to pelt your arms and soak your clothes. Experience is the key to LIFE.