Tag: agency

Re: Wish

When I was younger, personal agendas were important. I would call them dreams and most days I had a plan. I’m not for tilting at windmills. Objectives must to be met. My mother was a task master. She taught me discipline. In that kind of environment there wasn’t much room for wishing. That didn’t make me cynical or even unimaginative. If I wanted something, then I would resolutely put a plan in place to reach my goal.

Wishing starts the quest process towards achievement. I see the act of making a wish like some people might view praying. I don’t believe there is a god to answer prayers anymore than I count on others to make my dreams come true. Sometimes I’ve been the lucky recipient of a gift or advice that gets me closer to realizing a dream but generally the achievement has been mine. I like to believe in my own ability. It is important for me to consider possibilities, identify the probabilities then make a decision to act on the most likely scenario. A while back that strategy was called ‘getting to yes’, then it morphed into The Secret (a sort of mystical plan involving seeing your future). Now people are talking about the science behind using your mind to get to the heart of the matter. No matter what language you use the idea is the same: Wish fulfillment.

Everybody has wishes. It makes no difference who you are. And no request is too extreme. I love the Washington/Harline song When You Wish Upon a Star. Here is a beautiful version sung by Sara Bareilles that may help you towards a new understanding of how desires are met.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QhwT2jn9qHQ

This song articulates such a beautiful philosophy. It speaks of the mystery of life as well as suggest how things might be resolved. Some might toss a coin into a fountain or find a wishing well. Some might climb a mountain, write a letter to Santa, pull on a turkey wishbone or lie down on warm grass and gaze at clouds. We must never fear a little wishful thinking.

My wife and I love potato chips for a snack. Whoever finds a chip that is folded onto itself has discovered a wish chip. This special morsel must be shared with a kiss while both lovers are making a wish. When we went on an extensive trip to New Zealand, my bride made a manifestation journal of pictures cut from magazines while I created an agenda/itinerary/map. The forethought we put into this trip of a lifetime opened doors to famous places and roads less travelled.

I’m not embarrassed to admit I’m planner. I’m very careful about what I wish for. I normally resist waiting to see what might happen. For me, what starts as a wish will progress through idea/research/consultation/blueprint/rethinking/commitment to execution. I’ve kissed many a wish goodbye. I’ve also revelled in the challenge of getting to that pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.

Re: Attachment

My son watched aghast as Prince Harry was asked yet again if he misses his mother. I understood how he could relate to the royal, having lost his own mom to cancer twenty years ago. We both wondered why some people maintain such strong attachments.

“Hang on tightly, let go lightly” is a wonderful line from the film ‘The Croupier’. I’m proud that my sons and I have found ways to detach ourselves from events that have caused us sorrow. We have learned to say goodbye without forgetting. In our own ways we continue to practise the meaning of living in the present. I love my sons not because they are mine, but because of who they are. When I learned the value of loving detachment I made a committed step towards a more mature attitude to life in general and other people in particular. I feel safer knowing I can detach from my own ego, from unhealthy situations, from the pressures of conformity. I will not blindly wave a flag nor join a parade.

I’m learning late in life not to be attached to an outcome. I wished I had had a clearer sense of this when I had sought out opportunities in the past. Perhaps a desire for something is closely linked to our wish for attachment. Sometimes our singularity compels us to seek the security of group membership. Even a kite needs to be tethered by guiding hands before it can soar. Admittedly, this analogy falls down when you consider that your individuality risks being constrained by an idea, a process or a brand. An obligation can also be an attachment that holds you back from discovering what’s best for all concerned. Truth can be the scissors that cut through those tethers that prevent us from experiencing a healthier personal reality.

Getting over ourselves can often mean stepping from the centre of our web of connections. Detaching from some filaments and letting go of the security of the collective is frightening but necessary to growth. I was clinically depressed five years before the death of my wife. I look back in gratitude that I had that span of time to sort myself out. In hindsight, I needed those years to be a better person for my dying spouse. I found ways to be more responsible for myself so I could be of greater assistance to my loving partner.

It isn’t an easy journey but I believe it begins with the cutting of the umbilical cord. To me that marks the start of one’s life, when you know you are truly alone. From that moment there are varying degrees of dependency, agency, and clarity regarding who is really in charge of your existence. Calling the shots means knowing when to seek help, receive help and provide help.

These days I’m attaching myself to the joys of life using a lighter thread enabling me to feel less bound by convention: More tuned in to the slightest breeze of welcoming change. I wish to fly higher and see further.