What you feel is life, what you live is another story.

Author: tomgrasso (Page 35 of 38)

The Issue of Purpose

We often banter about our life’s purpose. What are we here for? What is our reason for being? To some, that reason is to worship God. To others, it is to be successful in all that they do. However, when on your deathbed, would you consider yourself finished with anything you can possibly consider your “purpose”?

The short answer is probably not. When once asked what I considered my life’s purpose to be, I replied “to live in the service of others”. Yet daily I see myself failing in this purpose as well as succeeding. In the great paradox of the universe, success cannot exist without failure, so in order to experience one you must surely experience the other. So, if I fail so readily at “my life’s purpose”, can it really be my purpose at all?

The continuance of the short answer makes it a rather lengthy one. In doing some research, both from the external and the internal perspective, it has become quite clear that we have two purposes. One, the outer purpose, is the purpose we serve in our natural egoic state of needed something to succeed at. In this, we can never succeed, because anything rooted in ego is doomed to failure and to illicit suffering. My outer purpose is to live in the service of others, and in that I will surely find failure and success. I will do my best daily to serve others, to help where possible. I will succeed, and I will fail. I will experience glory, and eventually as with all outer purpose – suffering.

Similarly, the “praise God” purpose will offer success and failure if it is the outer purpose. That is why the Bible instructs us to keep our “light under a basket”, which could simply be a metaphor for converting an outer purpose to an “inner purpose”.

The inner purpose is quite different from the outer purpose. It involves awareness and consciousness, meaning complete dedication to the present moment. It turns whatever you are doing at that present moment into your life’s purpose. For instance, when you are walking across a room to get a book, your purpose is walking across the room (not getting the book). When you reach the book, your purpose is to get the book. And when you begin reading it, that becomes your purpose. There can be no success or failure in inner purpose, and their can be no loss of significance of each moment, of each purpose. There is no ego involved in the inner purpose, and since it is all about the event of the present moment, it can change quite quickly.

For instance, I used to be a specialize rescue technician. My life’s purpose could quickly change from grilling burgers for the family to rappelling down a 50-foot shaft and skirting out an icy pond. Each individual moment is your life’s purpose. The end result – the rescue – is the outer purpose, yet each individual moment in that effort is the inner purpose.

I once read an article of a spelunker who was repelling into a 250′ canyon to explore some caves. He apparently was a very experienced at rappelling, spelunking, and rock climbing. It became his purpose to explore some particularly dangerous caves, and his death became the subject of a lesson to all of us who took part in such activities: don’t become so engrossed in the success of your goal (outer purpose) to forget the minute details of each moment of it (inner purpose). Although each moment of his inner purpose happened exactly as it was ordained to, he ultimately failed in his outer purpose because of a lack of awareness, that moment when ego took over and mistakes were made.

Apparently the drop to the canyon floor was 250 feet, but our explorer only had 150′ of rope. Now, a common practice in rappelling is to tie off the end of your rope for two reasons: first, so that your rope bag stays at the end and second so that you cannot rappel past it. He apparently thought he had 250′ plus of rope, and only found out how wrong he was when his brake (he was using a figure 8) ran out of rope and he fell 100 feet to his death.

Now I am positive that while he was on rope he was very in tune to each moment, we all are. He checked his rigging, his harness, his light, all of his gear. He was very in tune with his surroundings, very true to his inner purpose. Each movement went slowly in his mind. He served his life’s purpose with each move, and as he realize he had quite literally reached the end of his rope, he served his life purpose in the end of his earthly existence. He failed in his outer purpose, and much suffering came of this failure, but each moment of his inner purpose was as it was meant to be.

If you take any form of outer purpose (all outer purpose is of form) and apply it to this man’s life, he would sure have failed (that is, unless his outer purpose was to die in a rappelling accident that could have been easily avoided). If glorifying God was his purpose, would he have succeeded? Probably not, as since the action of “glorifying God” is egoic, it is subject to judgment as to what is success or failure, so the measuring stick can be quite different depending on who you talk to. If his life’s purpose was “the service of man”, would he have succeeded? Probably not, since that too is egoic in nature so one cannot measure it’s success. However, if you break down each moment near the end of his life, did he succeed in inner purpose? Of course he did, for you cannot fail in purpose of each moment even if the purpose of your final moment is to die.

Inner purpose, because it involves awareness, cannot be of form so it cannot be egoic. To quantify it as “success” is unnecessary, just as describing water as “wet” is unnecessary. It is how it is, and the ultimate success is in whether or not you are aware of it. Your inner purpose never changes in the fact that it is always as it is, only your level of awareness of it can change.

Right now, my life’s purpose is to complete this post. Then it will change. I can’t wait to see where it takes me.

Two Choices (an email to cut and paste, sent to me by a loved one)

Two Choices

What would you do? You make the choice. Don’t look for a punch line, there isn’t one.

Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:
“When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?”

The audience was stilled by the query.

The father continued. “I believe that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.”

Then he told the following story:

Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, “Do you think they’ll let me play?” Shay’s father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

Shay’s father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, “We’re losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we’ll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.”

Shay struggled over to the team’s bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father’s joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay’s team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands.

In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay’s team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?
Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn’t even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay’s life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman’s head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, “Shay, run to first! Run to first!” Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

Everyone yelled, “Run to second, run to second!” Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball … the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher’s intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman’s head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.

All were screaming, “Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay”

Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, “Run to third! Shay, run to third!” As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, “Shay, run home! Run home!” Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.

“That day”, said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, “the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world”.

Shay didn’t make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.

If you’re thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you’re probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren’t the “appropriate” ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the “natural order of things.” So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?

A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it’s least fortunate amongst them.

You now have two choices:
1. Delete
2. Forward

May your day, be a Shay Day.

I Cry

I cry, not tears of anguish
not tears of joy,
just tears of wishing i had not wasted any of this life,
tears of hope to live this life anew.

Time has wasted me,
And i have wasted time,
In this the partnership has remained fulfilled in displeasure’s harmony
Despite the joys that time has given me.

I cannot look beyond this moment’s grace,
Rather to live some life in forever,
I will love this moment without pause,
And pause not one moment but to love beyond myself.

I will feel you, I will feel all,
I will cherish the feeling in this forevers moment,
For it brings me more than any future could
And in that I could never ask for any more.

A Daughter’s Kiss

Time rolls by, we never know,
From which end of time will teach us so,
We find that thing someday we’ll miss,
The beauty of a daughter’s kiss.

Lost in time the avenue,
Teaches us what we thought we knew,
No road we’ve traveled such as this,
The truth is found in a daughter’s kiss.

The things we know we knew not then,
For boys cannot turn into men,
Until they feel this nirvana’s bliss,
In the honesty of a daughter’s kiss.

Do not take for granted thus,
What time shall steal from each of us,
And rather than to seek to reminisce,
Take in each moment of your daughter’s kiss.

 

This Day – Written 6/4/08

Know that i love you,
This Day,
More than i have loved anything,
Or anyone at any time.

For what am i without this love,
But a haggard, tired soul?
Weary of all that is and all that is not,
Hardened beyond that of the strongest stone.

Take heed that i need you,
This Day,
More than i have needed anything,
Or anyone at any time.

For what am i without this need
But a haggard, tired soul?
Searching for that which time and humanness does not allow
And wishing i was but from wench i came.

Know that i hold you,
This Day.
In my heart as i have held no other,
At no time at no place.

For as certain as the sun has risen
Above the clouds this morn,
i am yours for eternity, until the dawn of that last day,
I am yours – This Day.

Things – Written 5/29/08

The Earth felt calm, the ground felt dry,
But above it all the clear blue sky,
Left tattering the willows bent,
From whatever things that Heaven sent.

Take all that is from day to night,
Those things that keep us from the light,
And all in all that spent despair,
Feel it all in Heaven’s air.

Release the self from the “my”,
And feel the things the “me” denies,
Release the human from that Being,
It won’t be things that you’ll be seeing.

To Be Free – Written 5/08

To be…
But free…
At what price to be paid
For such whimsical thoughts indeed.

You reach for my legs
Limbs spent just to hold me down
If but for a second more,
to be tied to this place forevermore.

You bear down on my shoulders,
As if to keep me down,
But if to just let go for a seconds release,
And give pause to those things of mind.

Ah to be…
But free…
The more I struggle the more I see,
That I am fighting all that’s me.

The Different Day – Written 5/14/08

What is different about this day
That is different from all the rest?
The heat of the sun?
No – the sun has been this warm before.
The relief of the breeze as it blows strongly on my face?
No – my skin has tasted this breeze before.
The speed by which time passes by?
No – I have forgotten seconds often in my life.

Perhaps all that has changed is that this is
This day
Not yesterday, or tomorrow,
But this day
Full of promise – full of the truth that this moment
Provides in it’s certainty.
Perhaps it is that I do not take this moment for granted,
That I can hear the birds sing, and the silence that allows it to be.
Perhaps I can see the day in all it’s glory,
And the darkness that gives the day its birth.
Perhaps it is that I can feel this moment, and know that it holds me
in its grasp,
And I know that I am right where I belong.

Honesty- Written 5/13/08

What will honesty do for those who wish for it?
The darkness in a soul-
Does it become light?
Does the avenue of things change
as the path of all that will be is left at the beginning?

I long to see that light-
To bask in the glow of honesty,
To feel both its warmth and its chill
And to never hide again.

You can accept me for how I am
How I feel-
You will get your fill of all that I am.

Untitled II- Written 5/13/08

An ocean spray of misery
The force of nature found in me
Cannot take hold endlessly
As your love uncovers all of me.

Time can wither all around
Soften even the harshest sound
These waves they come and wear me down
If I could only leave the ground.

Fly high above my human chains
Find trust the thinner air regains
A gift to you to end the pains
A love we share that never wanes.

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