A Plane Crashed


I might be a little scattered with this blog but walk with me.

I woke up this morning feeling energized for the rainy and overcast day. I had plans to go watch How to Train a Dragon but the weather nixed that idea. (Yes, I do still watch kiddies animation movies with adult themes. It’s a nice escape).

How to train a Dragon 3

Important Trash

I caught up on the news only to see that an Ethiopian Airlines plane had crashed and all passengers were loss. They interviewed a person who was waiting for his family member’s arrival and it all hit me (again).

Every time there is an unexpected death, my first thoughts always drift to the one undeniable fact that death comes like a “thief in the night” with no warning; however, I still continue to fret about insignificant things.

I looked around at my stuff (which I have been downsizing for the last few years) and thought that everything is disposable – except for my photo albums and my bank information – but everything else is just Goodwill or trash eligible.

My life is not the sum of things but the sum of experiences and interactions with others

Waiting For What?

Photo credit: Pixabay.com; Artist: langll

As a single, people keep telling you to wait for this or that – but in reality you are just wasting time instead of enjoying it. As I was writing this, I thought of my BFF (I also texted her my thoughts as well).

She had been one of those women who wanted marriage and family. It finally came in her late 30s. However, instead of enjoying married life, she is so much more driven and busy building a wealthy future for herself, spouse and future children that their 2nd anniversary came and went without much fanfare.

She waited and her prayers and desire for marriage came but she is still looking to the future and waiting for that perfect time in her life when everything has fallen into place to enjoy what she has now.

The thing is every person on that plane had a plan of what they were going to do when they arrived at their destination. They all had future plans and like the average person, they were probably putting things off for the not-so-guaranteed future which did not arrive.

Why are you so comfortable with waiting but hesitant in accepting your here and now blessings? Why is everything in the future and nothing is now?

Holding The Past

One of the other things that plane crash brought to mind is how much we hold on to the fog of the past which keeps us stuck in the present.

Photo credit: Pixabay.com; Artist: wiggijo

I was reading a blog entry by CJ Porter, entitled Poor Choices and he said something that resonated with me. “Clarity returned. The positive outlook revived.”

In my last blog post, I talked about being in a fog due to ruminating about stuff to include an issue from the past. I was holding on to a difficult situation that I should have wrapped up a long time ago. I kept dragging the past into the future like a rusty ball and chain. Once the reality hit and the moment I had clarity, my positive outlook came back, my fog was lifted and I could see myself moving forward again.

I was no long stuck mentally and emotionally which made me capable of enjoying my here and now. The thing is we make mistakes and poor choices but as we hold on to them for dear life, we are blinded to see the opportunities that are available now while keep hoping that things will be better in the future.

Well, the future keeps showing up each day and we keep putting things off to a distant future. Years later, you look back to lament that you passed every open door in the life you were living in that moment.

Jesus’ Example

For the Christians and religious people:

If you take a look at Jesus’ life, you and he already knew he had 33 years to do his business. However, if you read the Bible carefully, you will notice Jesus was a traveller. He attended weddings (Cana), he attended social gatherings with his disciplines, he met lots of people, and he took breaks (there were times he tried to find a quiet moment but people found him and wanted him to preach).

For Jesus, each day was an opportunity which he never allowed to pass him by. However, we spend our time constantly looking to a distant future (as if it’s promised) to find fulfillment.

Ask Yourself

What is so scary about living the life you have now?
What is so unnerving about changing the life you have now if you don’t like it?
Why do you wait for the ideal “future” to make plans to enjoy life but wallow in the unpleasant every day?

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6 thoughts on “A Plane Crashed

  1. I don’t think I can even worry too much about photos. They’re just as at risk of being lost as everything else. I’ve experienced flooding. Though, it wasn’t as bad as those who actually have to evacuate their homes…but it came close. If push comes to shove, I keep reminding myself that all I can truly worry about is my body, mind, spirit and ability to function. Even the clothes I call comfy and home are bound to be lost or destroyed. And, even my body has been violated and alienated from me. So, down to the root I go… to my spirit. And, if anything violates or takes part or all of that, I am lost, I guess.

    Don’t dwell on death and all of this, though. And, good on you for going to those movies. Wish I could go with you. One more plus in your reasons for being liked column. Sadly, I have missed a number of movies at the theater; I’ve lost my mojo for going alone. But, I plan on convincing myself to get back there and see a few as the months progress.

    You don’t have to be a single adult for people to tell you to wait. My mother (and occasionally my father) has always been notorious for telling me to not do something or wait until I’ve lost all interest and hope. And, when I have no interest, suddenly, she is saying, “What are you waiting for?!” And, I cannot ready the runway fast enough to get off the ground. Mad, mad woman.

    Your 30 something future-seeking friend is caught up in all the media forces that tell you to save for the future and spread your paycheck around the corporate circus, like telling kids to put their pennies in one of those vortex deposit boxes just to see it roll in circles and disappear. She is a frantic ant saving for global winter.

    I get it. I could see myself doing it. But, yes, it would likely be more tragic than my life already is, trying to save all I have already have for some brighter future that may never come. Some days, I feel like I am drifting into a movie or dream instead of staying on track with the NOW.

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    1. I don’t dwell on death but when tragedy happens or someone you know dies, it’s a good reminder to reassess life and put things into perspective.

      I think balance is the key. I am quite thrilled and impressed with my BFF. She is a go getter but as I said, neglecting self and the now for a future can lead to regrets and missing the life you are actually living.

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      1. Yes, I saw the other comment about balance. And, while I consider achieving that and perspective, I tend to tear myself in two, divided between gut desire and what others claim to be right which rarely agrees with another voice.

        Of course, whatever I say, you will find a way to counter it. So, if I say I am excited, you’ll say to stay grounded. And, if I say “eh,” you’ll find reason to be thrilled. Aah, mom. Such a mom. 😛

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  2. Babies Don’t Keep

    Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
    Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
    Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
    Sew on a button and butter the bread.

    Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
    She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

    Oh, I’ve grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
    Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
    Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
    Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo

    The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
    And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
    But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo
    Look! Aren’t his eyes the most wonderful hue?
    Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.

    The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
    But children grow up as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
    So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
    I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
    Author: Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

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