Category: Philosophy

The ‘Good Times’

Regret about the past is a bitch. It can really take you down and cause you to devalue your current life, and the regret you have can act as a reference point to belittle everything.

That’s a hell of a way to start a post, but there’s a point here. Maybe.

As I was sitting on my porch in the early morning hours, under the partly
cloudy moonlight, having taken my walk and enjoying my favorite morning
beverage (drip coffee with heavy cream), I had a rushing sense of gratitude. I was grateful for where I’m at in life, grateful for my family, my home, my
neighborhood, my health and perhaps even grateful for what seems like
stability.

I’m not sure why it’s hard to be grateful, at least in these seemingly random,
a priori moments of reflection. These moments of gratitude are of the best
kind, the kind that don’t come from being under stress, or the kind that come after the misfortune of others is a reference point for your life (which just shows how self-absorbed our nature, or culture, is).

I’ve come to realize anymore that the ‘good times’, those moments that you look back in with fondness, admiration, maybe even longing, are always fleeting and ephemeral in nature. In the hustle and bustle of our go-go-go life, it’s hard to stop acknowledge that sometimes, right now, you might be living in the ‘good times’. I truly believe that you really can’t feel these moments until you come to a complete pause, stop, sit (or stand) for 10 minutes and expose your human senses to the rawness of time, standing still in a somewhat neutral position that feels almost stoic. For me, this is some form of meditation, but on a gradient, if you will; sometimes I go full meditation and clear the thoughts, and sometimes I just sit in a quiet moment.

Then again, maybe you’re living in the opposite of the ‘good times’ right now. Life is a heaping bowl of shit for whatever myriad set of reasons (I certainly can say I’ve been there many, many times in my life), but I think there can be immense value in pausing, stepping out of frame and watching the scenes of life unfold, if only for some brief moment. The shitstorm doesn’t go away, but maybe you’ll find that stoic center to reflect and categorize this moment to know that, like the ‘good times’, this will also pass.

I’m not really sure if I have a point here. The contemplation of time, events,
and maybe even Being feels mysterious, but mystery could also be just another word for magic, and what we perceive as magic could just be something not understood yet.

Maybe my point is that antidote to regret is gratitude.

I like that. Let’s end there.

Our Comfy-Boxed Lives

Wednesday morning, June 20th, was a beautiful morning. According to my car’s thermometer, the temperature outside was 66 degrees and climbing, and the was sun was shining, broadcasting it’s infrared rays down upon Earth making it a comfortable drive with the windows down.

Or at least I thought it was comfortable enough. Stopped in road construction traffic, I panned the scene and witnessed car after car with their windows up, the driver alone in their vehicle. I can hear air conditioning and fans running, and couldn’t help but wonder why these cars need to run air conditioning on a morning like this. “The air doesn’t need conditioning,” I told myself.

Of course, there could be many reasons why the A/C is on in the car (temperature tolerances vary greatly, wind noise, maybe even safety), but in a lot of ways it feels like cars and trucks are just comfort boxes that we temporarily move ourselves into from our other comfort boxes, namely buildings. Our lives seem to be moving from box to box, and maybe in the end, some of the people close to us might bury us in a box (encased in a cement box).

The crazy thing is, or crazy to me, is that this is all for comfort, which sometimes is masked as “safety”. Something feels wrong to me about always being in a state of comfort, about always needing the air conditioned, the noise silenced, the belly full of food, and maybe a lot more things that Americans (especially, and especially in Boise, Idaho) take for granted. It almost feels like there’s this narrative that we’ve been raised in and told ourselves that you need that rather large home on that large lot that is a long distance away, which is for safety, security, and comfort of course.

Our economics also reinforce this in a constant feedback loop (much like my gripe about pseudo-agriculture). For the thousands of years that humanity has existed on this planet and evolved into creating and using technology, it’s arguably been the last 75 to 100 years that we’ve started to buy into this resource-intensive model of boxed comfort. Houses used to be designed in America to take advantage of the climate and the sun in order to maybe find a better point of equilibrium with the environment in terms of climate control; e.g., homes were designed for better wind flow. Today, houses are designed for energy efficiency because we expend a ton of energy into our A/C and heating systems in the name of comfort.

I could go on about this, and I’m probably wrong or mistaken in some parts, but in the end, what I really want to get at here is that it feels like to me that comfort has been mistaken for safety, and one of the effects of this is disconnection from others, from the environment, and just in-general the world around us. We live in a comfort box, we transport ourselves in a comfort box, we eat sometimes from comfort boxes, we get our information now and we even communicate more and more solely from comfort boxes (phones and computers).

At some point, this has to have an effect on us as human beings, and probably most likely human beings in the United States where perhaps we take comfort, safety, and individualism to perhaps an excessive level at the cost of our humanity and connection with the environment around us.  When those environments change (weather, traffic, people, etc.), we’re so used to a level of comfort that perhaps our bodies react wildly, maybe even inducing stress, raising cortisol and whatever other hormones are out there.

There really is a snowball/butterfly effect here that we could go down, but in the end, it seems like excessive comfort seeking and living makes us more vulnerable, less robust, to all of life.

Maybe.