99 steps to reclaiming your individuality Step #6

Symbiosis:

 The dictionary defines symbiosis as: "The state of living together in more or less intimate association" Through our process of discovery, if we have adopted the role of managerial overseer of the self which is the true symbiotic state of our individuality. Then we have, or are in the process of realigning and prioritizing the course of our daily interactions. Our worlds have becomes far less restrictive, far more insight filled and the challenge of life is now met with an aura of intrigue and assurance; even if that assurance hangs by the tendrils of the finest strands of reason, we have accepted it as truth therefore it cannot be untrue. Such is the law of self.

Many at this juncture will be met with the impulse to accelerate the process of self actualization, after all a sense of urgency compels us to make up for lost time. You should be cautious not to adopt this errant notion. Time is a variable in our externalized activities, time is nothing more than the draw string that keeps the drapes apart and lets the sun stream into the room. The time at which the curtains shall be drawn is beyond our control, but sadly for some the acceptance of this is too great to bear, and tragically for them  they draw them, themselves. The mischevious nature of time is well captured in this poem by Harvey Scott:

I saw the old thief, Father Time,
Came hurtling down the road,
He had a sack upon his back;
Lost minutes were his load,
He opened it and showed to me,
Not minutes, but a host,
Of years, decades a century
Or more of minutes lost,
"I want to buy a year," I said,
"And I shall pay you well."
"If this Earth's mould were finest gold,
to you I would not sell,
For I have minutes stolen from Kings,
From Milton, Shakespeare and Bach,
How could you buy such precious things,
Your common gold is trash?"
He tied his sack and said,
"Farewell, young man, I have got my fee."
For while I tried to make him sell,
He stole an hour from me.  - Harvey Scott

Today will bring the calm assurance that the past how ever cluttered, cherished or in-between has been swept away from us by Father time. All encased in the fabric of our existence, there as a reflection but never again a reality. This moment, as many a traveler has mentioned, is all that reality offers to us to mold. So with your fine crew, set sail on this day, the captain of your ship, the crew under your command.