‘You must have met the guy? He ran the Dittisham to Dartmouth ferry.’
‘I’m sure I’d recognise him if I saw him again. How long has he been missing?’
‘It’s been a few days now, not looking good, they found his takeout meal on the pontoon near his boat. There’s divers looking for a body. It looks like he’s fallen in the river whilst trying to tie up his tender. By all accounts he couldn’t swim and he never wore a life jacket.’
‘Hold on … he couldn’t swim! He lived and worked on the river and couldn’t swim, you’re having a laugh aren’t you?
‘No, I’m serious, he liked a drink too. They’re saying he’d recently split up with his girlfriend and wasn’t in a particularly good place.’
Two weeks later
‘They’ve found poor old Jason then?’
‘Yeah, washed up in Kingswear near the lower ferry. Not a lot left of the parts exposed to the water apparently.’
‘How do you mean?’
‘Let’s just say you might want to avoid eating the local crab for a while.’
‘Fuck! That. Is. Horrible. Poor bastard. How old was he d’you reckon?’
‘That’s no age, and I did know him; I remember him now. He used to come in the store for his tobacco in the mornings. Tragic, really tragic.’
There is tragedy in life
Every day, somewhere in the world, someone is experiencing the pain of tragedy. We live and we die, and the circumstances we live under, can be both tragic and joyful. We might live a long and happy life, peacefully dying in our sleep, or we might move from one tragic and painful experience to the next.
The snippet of conversation above is a true story. A seemingly gentle person, living out his life as best he could, who just happened to make a mistake one night whilst tying up his boat. It cost him his life. We don’t always see the dangers though do we? We don’t always fully understand how fragile life can be. We don’t always realise the precious nature of our health and well-being.
Seeing the current ‘epidemics’ and health issues the media are so keen to talk about (and confuse us with their constant conflicting messages) reminds us of how unwell we all seem to be. To me this is all too apparent. When travelling around the small towns and villages near where I live I see the sickness. There seems to be a lack of young healthy people. All I’m noticing are people carrying too much weight; both physically and metaphorically.
There’s a surprising amount of poverty in the southwest of England
And when I say poverty, I do not mean this, in entirely monetary terms. I see too many people – who aren’t that advanced in years – hobbling around with walking sticks, or worse still, being carried around by invalid carriages. We’re not looking after ourselves, and it begs the question, why?
Why did Jason, who worked and lived on the river Dart, never learn to swim? Why didn’t he wear a life jacket? We could say he was just blind to the dangers, or we could say, on a much deeper level, he was seeking a rather early demise. Rumour has it, his father committed suicide, some years earlier. Was Jason unconsciously seeking an early exit too?
The way we live, and the stress we put ourselves under, is extraordinary. Once again we must ask the question why? What exactly are we looking for? Why are we living under such pressure? What are we really seeking?
It’s my belief, that what we are in fact chasing, is illusory
Often, we’re chasing things that only exist on a metaphysical level. That is to say, they’re unconscious drivings; longings if you will, that are detached from reality. We’re placing ourselves under immense pressure to escape the realities of life. Realities that might seem a little dull, uninspiring, or dare I say it, boring.
On that last point, we only need be a little curious of life, to cure boredom. When we’re thinking and wondering we’re engaged with life. It doesn’t matter what we’re wondering about. For example, we could take up meditation, simply because we’re curious. Having said that, I did recently read on a website I was researching, that some people even worry about boredom taking over when meditating! That is in fact an oxymoron, because meditation, is the curiosity of mind. Meditation, as the word would suggest, is meditating on mind. The challenge – not recognised in the piece I read – is switching off our need for constant stimulation. Something we’ve become addicted to.
Anyway, back to my point
Much of the tragedy of life, a lot of the time, is a little self-inflicted. It seems that we’re all seeking something that the arrow of time forbids. We’re hankering for a past that has gone. Moreover, many are seeking the love and care from others, that was lacking in the past. We want what we believe we never had, or what we think, others have. Often, this is sought through illness, or being foolhardy, with our lives.
We all want someone to take care of us don’t we? We refuse to believe the realities of life. We refuse to believe that the responsibility is ours. It explains the belief in God. The thought that there is someone, or something greater than us, looking out for us. There is not, and it’s seeking this illusion, that’s killing us.
We’re constantly seeking to change how we feel through consumption
Life doesn’t need to be filled with constant stimulation and excitement. What it does need, is understanding, and love. The understanding, that if we aren’t going to take responsibility and learn how to properly take care of ourselves, we will seek the illusion that someone else will. A problem exacerbated by governments and the elite.
The process of seeking illusions is our illness. The cure is to know that love will only ever be something that exists within ourselves. Paradoxically, when we then give this love to others, we find it from the inside. There is simply no other way. There is no one to take care of us now we are grown. So what if we lacked a caring love when young? Are we going to continue feeding the illusion we can somehow find it now we are grown? That there is something in the heavens giving us the answers, taking care of us? That time has gone.
It’s okay to accept that our old beliefs in God are dead, just as parents eventually die, so has she/he/ or whatever you believed. We’re on our own now, and we need to face the music, or perish. We need to grow up, and recognise which fuckers are keeping us in childhood, simply because it suits them! Sorry, but there it is.
I can tell you what there is. There is information. Seek the information on how to thrive, without tragedy and illusion, and you will find it. Be assured, it is out there. Step into reality, seek, and you will find.
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