
What has living taught you about being alive? What has being alive taught you about living? What has life taught you about living and being alive? I've learned that people think the wrong things are important, take the wrong things seriously, and spend way too much of their life not being alive. Treat everything with the degree of seriousness that it deserves, knowing that seriousness and meaningfulness flow from the circumstances determining each situation as it arises. It all depends upon and flows from what's what here and now. And lasts exactly that long. What's what and here now does not last. If you are going to take anything seriously let it be music. And laughter. And playfulness. And unseriouslyness... I wish my dad had read poetry and my mom had played the jazz piano. Or, vice-versa. Or, both and. We have to put some distance between ourselves and our parents to have a chance. It would help if they put some distance between you and them from the start, instead of treating you as though you were them, and trying to get you to be like them. Knowing what's me and what's them, and what's you, gets off to a rocky start. We spend a lot of time figuring out where we stop and others start. And learning to draw our own lines. And respecting others' lines-- even when they don't respect theirs or ours. The line business takes a while to get sorted out. Where the lines lie is serious. And honoring them. Particularly our own. I think everything else falls out around that. Honor all legitimate lines and let that be that. Knowing "there is only the dance" (TS Eliot), and "the still point of the turning world" is the most important place to be, any time, all the time. If living teaches us that, it has done its job.
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