Following his near-death experience, Jung reflected, “…now I should have to convince myself all over again that this was important.”
He was referring to life, and how full of imputed significance it seems, until we get a slice of the wider view.
I confess that I struggle with the idea that any thing I do is important in any way. Most of it – not all – just seems a little silly, especially that we are often so serious about what we are up to while here in the body. Like Jung, I might prefer to float in the Beyond rather than engage in the nonsense of earthly life.
Alas. Here I am.
I’ll admit that I find the little things – manifestations of sorts – ease my experience here, things like Baroque music, a poem by Rumi, a comfortable chair, a fine gin Martini (at least 3 olives please), the intense look in the eyes of a Bull Dog, the hand of a soul mate holding my own.
Mostly, Jung reminds me: it’s OK to relax and enjoy the ride of life. Most of it just isn’t as important as we think it is.
