As I read through my previous post on mindfulness, I can't help but feel that I did a shitty job of trying to explain what I mean and where I intended to go with the topic, so in the best interest of making sure that two shitty posts will somehow make up for one shitty post, I'll try to indicate where I was going the previous time.
I think in some way what I wanted to explain was how the difficult task of maintaining mindfulness towards another individual was mitigated when one knew that that person would die. But in some crass and glib way, we all die. It's true, I looked it up. Though the fact that my mother was given a projection of 11-14 months (I subtracted the month gone by) to live, somehow compounds the importance of every moment is not a given. This fact is an assumption that every forthcoming moment should, in some way, hold some greater importance because of the possibility that each new event may be the last. But why haven't I held and cherished each previous moment or hold each moment as as a sacred one as it occurs?
Simply, it is because when I assume that I should embrace the fleeting moment that I have with every individual, place, and event, I am overwhelmed and disinterested. This is a daunting and exhausting and Sisphyean exercise, and we know how he ended up.
Though Camus brings up this very point that we are all too focused on the end result while overlooking the beauty of the moment, as it were. In a way, the process is the purpose.
So, I still don't know where I'm going with this but I'm glad you followed along.
