Before During After
There is this saying I’ve heard. I think it’s Buddhist. Something like befor enlightenment, chop wood, carry water. After enlightenment, chop wood, carry water. It seems to be the simplest of teachings.
The dishwasher must be emptied again. Rent is due in another March 1st. Clean the shower. Eat. Wash, rinse, repeat. Life is a movement, yes? Feel it in the bones. The words have to be sculpted, or there is nothing to post, yet the time to post comes again. Sleep and wake. Wake up again and again: from darkness. From isolation. From a sudden fear.
We meet a new year with altered states as young people. Perhaps with early bed times as we age. But the calendar moves on. Time goes quicker. Is that universal? It keeps marching forward. I sit here wondering if I’m doing it right. And yet, what else is there to do but that which I’ve taken on? Haven’t we all crafted our lives, based on the crafting we inherited? It’s one foot in front of the other, heading in one direction.
And, perhaps that direction is less linear than we think. The number of theories is astounding. The number of potentials is not believable. Life moves on.
Before. During. And after.
It’s all one life.