remember to remember - 6/23/15

When life suddenly gets real (too real), your gaze narrows, sharply, and you stop paying attention to the outer world. You see what you need to see to do what you need to do, and when you do swing back round to social media and the headlines, you find that you don't know what the hell everyone's talking about, and you find too that you don't have the luxury to care. Your gaze drops back down. And in the space between steps, on those days when you're trying your best not to fall over (or to be seen to fall over), you realize that you can actually HEAR your life, and that hearing your life is something you spend most of your days avoiding—easier than ever to do in this newly urgent world, with its pings and dings and screaming alerts, all of which, in the these three weeks of extended time, you haven't much missed. You know less but maybe—just maybe—you know more. You're not quite out the other side of this thing, but when you are, you hope you'll remember to listen for that enormous (terrifyingly) quiet sound, which is your life (and which needs tending), and remember too that funny little truth which you're sure to forget (so you better write it down): Not knowing (every damn thing) is the new bliss. (Chuck Wilson)