MOSTLY MYSTERY

Like most people on the planet, I love a good mystery.

That’s good because life, it seems, is mostly mystery. Not only are complete strangers a mystery, at times the people we live with can be, too! And, as if that weren’t enough, well, have you looked in a mirror lately? Maybe the reason we love a good mystery so much is because it’s where we live. 

Think about it. At some level, everything is (or was) shrouded in the unknown--as if the mysterious side of life is playing a game with us--a game that’s so sophisticated that it calls forth our very best and most creative thinking (e.g. cutting edge scientific or medical research) and yet one so simple (like tying our shoelaces) that once we’ve got it, we’ve got it for good. Let’s remember, though, there was a time before shoelaces!

It reminds me of Hefner, a Russian Blue cat our son asked us to adopt while his life was in transition. “Just two months, Mom and Dad, I promise!” Six months later we still had him. And loved him. Why? For one thing, after a short time we came to understand that whether we realized it or not, we were always part of a game. Always!  

Life, with all its mysteries, is like that. We aren’t just invited to play. By virtue of birth, whether we catch on or remain clueless, we’re in. Always!  

Even the wisest among us only get this “mystery” of life some of the time. The rest of us? Well,  maybe on a good day . . . but that’s part of the game, too. 

Whatever the case, it’s our turn. 

TODAY.

LET’S GIVE THE WORLD & OURSELVES A GIFT.

LET’S TAKE TIME TO THINK ABOUT HOW WE THINK.