You are in luck; you get a two-fer today. The original title was going to be “Just keep moving”, but as I began fleshing out the idea, I realized that I simultaneously agreed and disagreed with the idea, so I added the ending modifier. I like it now. It seems more correct-ish.
The original thought was to just keep moving. Just pick something to work on or something to enjoy or something to share and it will lead to changed and improved days and new doors and windows to explore. The path will continue to reveal itself to you, it is always there written in invisible ink. God’s safety net. Sometimes making seasoned ramen eggs and decluttering my closet is what needs to happen to be able to clear up a sinus infection or get unstuck with my writing. I doubt I’m smart enough to know how any of this works, so I just go with it. I’m determined to live more empirically until it stops scaring me so much to do so.
But then I had the counter argument well up here at 4:35 in the morning. Just stop. Just stop moving. We are human beings after all and not human doings. I know deep down that the best truest me that lives my best truest life is the one that is just present. Can we be present if we are in motion? Can we be present if we are not? Must we be in effortless motion like a billiard ball floating frictionlessly on an infinite pool table? Could we not be that divine pool ball even if we tried super-duper hard?
Maybe we are always just keep(ing) moving all the time. So many concepts and experiences that I know to be true and that I think I know the boundaries of, yet which seem to have no overlap in their eternal true Venn diagrams.
I knew that if I kept tying long enough, I would figure out what I am trying to say or trying to learn or at least suggesting for others for further thought. It all connects, and every component is a necessary but insufficient expression of the whole of life. We don’t actually need to concern ourselves with keeping moving, that is just another flavor of just live or just be. The path or God or the universe or our favorite pair of socks will supply the challenges and opportunities and connective tissue to make the process of moving self-fulfilling and perpetual.
Maybe a better title is simply Be Brave. I would say Don’t be afraid, but framing things in the affirmative rather than the familiar and comfortable and habitual negative is yet another lifelong project of mine. Another way for me to just keep moving.
I know deep down that there is no absolute zero, follow me here. There is no way for even a speck of existence to step outside of “Just keep moving”. Movement and making seasoned ramen eggs are just built into the fabric of existence. But we know nothing really exists anyway, so forget all that I’ve said and just go meditate.
