Life is great. We’d all better think that. Most of us do. We do almost anything to stay in this life up until the end. A few escape. But the vast majority of us want to survive as long as possible.
In a perfect world (there may be such places on this earth), avoiding an accident, we’d be able to live long, healthy lives without any maladies or significant wounds. But we don’t live in a perfect world. Where humans live together in masse, we collect and distribute lots of pollutants, of all varieties. We’ve created an unseen war.
Because we live in an imperfect world, we are constantly at war with pollutants from vehicles, animals, viruses & bacteria, stress, and other environmental and emotional pollutants. It’s one of the reasons we periodically detoxify, go on retreats, meditate, exercise, go on diets, or even change our lifestyle. We strive to keep the pollutants at bay.
Most of the (self) inflicted wounds, diseases and terminal conditions, are caused by our environment and lifestyle. They wouldn’t exist in the perfect world. We’ve created them.
Brother P had accidental war wound relatively early on (significant skin and tissue burns). It was scary and life threatening but he came out of it with excellent medical help. He completely healed his wound. A good friend of mine when into a deep depression for a while. He hid it well and came out of it ok. He caught an emotional war wound, probably not by accident. Both my parents, somewhat recently, have had their own war wounds, but they are relatively vital into their 80’s.
Brother D and I both now have war wounds caused by different types of cancer. We left ourselves open somehow. We have our scars and with some luck, we’ll both come out of it with wounds we can live with.
Most of our war wounds come later in life. Our bodies can shield lots of bad stuff, but they need our wise internal eye looking after them. Decades of war can takes its toll if we are not recognizing the right battles.
Sometimes war wounds happen early. Sister S and I both have sons who were hit just about the same age. My son J was luckier (?) as his wound left him paralyzed from the waist down. Sister S son’s wound was fatal.
We fight the good war of life, trying to live it fruitfully, productively, happily, and we strive and work diligently while consciously and unconsciously trying to minimize war wounds. Well, maybe most of the readers of this post do. Others give up and don’t fight. Some purposely ingest toxins and poisons, from cigarettes, to drugs, overabundance of alcohol, uncontrollable tempers, excessive preoccupation, yadda, yadda.
If we are lucky though, or in touch, we might even be able to avoid debilitating wounds. Lot’s of people do. For example, if we are driving in traffic and someone cuts us off, we can get frustrated and mad at the other driver, or, we can realize that perhaps it was our own shortsightedness for not anticipating and being alert so as to avoid getting cut off, hence avoiding the frustration. The same thing happens with the wounds we receive. Many times it’s having the foresight, awareness, and balance so that we end up in the right place at the right time.
I have no doubt that with more foresight and awareness, I could have avoided the wound I’m now trying to heal. In a way, I wasn’t so “in touch.” Not that I am now, but it did stop me in my tracks and cause me to reevaluate battle plans. I only wish it would have left me more intelligent. No such luck.
In the end, we all strive to arrive at the end, minimizing the wounds as we embrace our imperfect world. It’s not a war as we think of war. But we are indeed in a constant battle against a plethora of toxins, bacteria, viruses, and bad energy. The challenging part is that most is not seen, hard to see, or essentially invisible. We try to minimize war wounds because we love life. We’d better.