Self-Propulsion: To push, drive, or impel oneself onward, forward, or ahead.
As god is my witness I have no idea how people make it through their lives without the support and strength of some kind of spiritual program. I have no idea. I work my butt off trying to grow my spirituality and trying to be of service to my fellow man, in the midst of a large, supportive group of men and women who are trying to do the same thing, and I'm STILL an asshole half the time. I don't know how people can navigate life without this kind of support structure. I realize that most folks are better equipped to deal with the vicissitudes of life than a garden variety drunk but still . . . no idea.
And I marvel at the differences between The Program and organized religion. My mama is one of the best people I know, a woman with a strong spiritual faith that she finds at church. But her support structure doesn't have the same tentacles that mine does. I'm immersed in a group of people who are on the same spiritual path, however haltingly we move down that path. I spend way more time trying to grow spiritually than she does, and she spends a lot of time on it. I guess it's the proximity to death that is so motivating to the drunk. I certainly don't want to sound like I'm blowing my own horn. I do this stuff not out of choice, at least not at the start, but rather because I was killing myself. Pain and suffering and jails and death are very powerful motivators.
I like the phrase "self-propulsion." It sure describes me and I sure see it in a lot of people I run into. Folks who are plowing ahead into their day, thinking about themselves and what they can take out of life. It's pretty natural. Seeing what I can pack into the stream of life instead of what I can take out of life is most unnatural. But how great are the benefits to this unnatural way of living.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
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