My life is one of wonderment and awe.
Today, I went shooting with a friend. I brought the guns, he brought the ammo. We shot for a considerable time and then went back to my place where we watched movies with his girlfriend and my children. After he left, I cleaned my guns while I taught my 7-year-old daughter about them. With spectacular accuracy, my little girl easily memorized the cleaning steps, the names of the gun parts, how the guns worked, and all the safety rules. As I reassembled the guns, she would name the parts I was picking up. She asked if BB guns and real guns worked the same, and when told about the rifling in a barrel, correctly assumed it did something to help the bullet fly better. She helped me by handing me patches, organizing the cleaning kits, and throwing used patches away. All this time my 2-year-old was walking about the room wearing the earmuffs I had given him. I wish I would have gotten a picture.
After we were done and I had put the firearms away, I thanked my daughter for helping me and told her how proud I was that she had learned so much so quickly. She hugged me and told me I was a great teacher.
It was an intensely positive experience for both of us and reinforced my belief that it doesn't matter what you do with your children, it is just important that you do it.
Life is a sine wave, a series of highs and lows. Sometimes the highs aren't very high and the lows are lower than they feel like they should be, but in the end, the wave changes direction and life invariably moves back the other way, for better or worse.
We are finite creatures, destined to a finite existence. The only permanence we may ever know is that of the moment, that feeling of now that is altogether too fleeting. But when you do feel it, it resonates within you and seems to etch itself into some hidden place in eternity, as if it is waiting to be discovered again. It is a cousin to deja vu, and the mother of memory. The feeling of now is the barest taste of perfection, a faint hint of how we would feel all the time if we were able to rise above the anxiety and fears of our existence and the problems we create for ourselves.
Some of us never feel this feeling, or dismiss it when we do. Others attribute it to something outside of ourselves, a god, or happenstance. Still others seek it, attempt to create it by any means necessary, and in doing so, ensure it never happens.
So go ahead, stop and smell the roses, wait for the wave to change direction, allow the yin to be replaced by the yang. If you have children, find them, give them a hug and tell them how much you love them. Let the tears fall where they may and have a good belly laugh.
It's an amazing life.
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