dailydatewithgod

I used to think life was all about the one. The one thing, the one time, the one idea, the one person, the one opportunity, the one moment, the one experience, the one look, the one action, the one story, the one modality, or the one philosophy.  Once I nailed down or encountered the one in any of the areas of my life I would be set.  I would either never have to have that conversation, do that thing, date another person, or believe anything else.  Somehow the one whatever would free me to be okay and not need anything again.  I am not sure what I thought would happen if I encountered the one.  It seemed to coincide with the lasts and perfects of life. Between the three of them, I am not sure what I thought would happen afterward.  None of them are sustainable as long as I still have breaths to breathe. I did not really think about sustainable.  Maybe it was too many cartoons with ever after in the end or TV shows with everything tidied up in a nice bow at the end of the show.  It matters little where this perspective came from, only that it is not doable for a whole lifetime.  I did not conceive that life was about learning yet I knew I loved to learn and have always been very curious.   I also did not get that life was about encountering an assortment of ideas, experiences, people, conversations, and ways of seeing the world.  Yes, there are moments of perfection, there are plenty of lasts, and time when we encounter the one thing.  Yet, something in our heart calls us to be open to the variety of life. It is the assortment of all these things (the ones, the perfects, and the lasts) which make up a life.  The deeper question is, who am I being during those ones, perfects, and lasts? Am I breathing through them and savoring them or looking ahead for the next one? Life’s endless variety is beauty made manifest through us. When I look back on my life I will be curious to see if I was open to the assortment life had to offer or if I passed things by because they were not the one I expected.