It’s so easy to complain of being short of space but do we ever stop and give ourselves the space to see just how we’re using it? How honest are we with ourselves with how we fill each moment, how we use our words and what’s behind our actions?
How much do we fill our days with conversations designed to have others feeling sorry for us – or to have them think what a hero or heroine we are – to admire us for all that we do for others and the tough lives we have? On the other hand, how much do we want to leave them with the belief that we’re a real success story, a highly desirable male or female or the sort of person everybody wants around because we are so incredibly clever?
So why do we consume so much of our focus and space in attempting to impress others? Is it so we don’t have to stop and ask ourselves, who are we and what really lies beyond these daily performances? Do we really want to know or does it frighten us? Do we even think about it? Is it a habit or conditioned personality patterns or simply has nobody ever brought it to our notice before?
How much could we be running from our own judgements and criticisms of ourselves, from the fear of thinking we might be empty, not enough or even lost? What do we do? What sensations do we seek, what escapes do we use? Do we use alcohol or drugs, as well as numerous other things to momentarily numb our minds? What other sensations do we seek to take us right away from ever exploring what exists beyond all this?
These are the questions – these are the challenges. Others may give us answers but perhaps with space we can answer our own questions.
If I write more in an attempt to tell you more then I’ll simply be trying to impress you with what I know and the more I write the more I fill the space below.
I was going to leave a space and dedicate it “To the memory of space lost” but a wise friend suggested “Space – not to be filled”. Here it is – It’s your space now! —Lionel Fifield
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