Swallowing a large dose of pride help life’s medicine go down

By Lnn Moncus

Being without words is a kind of unusual for this woman from Ima, but that is not really any stranger than being introduced to new habits after all these years. Obviously, we must continue learning even though we think we are beyond the age to learn any more. Some of the new lessons are a little harder to cope with than were those lessons in the classroom, but we are told we need to practice
patience and to add more knowledge of life that may not necessarily come from books.

Finding patience is probably more difficult than adding the knowledge as it tends to tax the imagination and cause just the opposite results. For instance, I was told to learn the extent of my stamina by seeing how far I could go without becoming too tired. Well, that sounded fairly simple and was until I began to reach limits more rapidly than I had anticipated and found that I had lost a lot of ground during the time I had been lolling about on this corner. Tasks that once were so easy they didn’t require thought have become major sources of frustration and have most definitely caused the loss of all patience.

Learning to ask for help has been one of the most difficult of the lessons to learn at this age. That causes those of us who have been told we have been a little too independent to have to learn more about ourselves than we ever wanted to know. Even though we have thought we knew ourselves fairly well, we still have much to learn and more to change as we proceed. I have even turned to some of the philosophers to try to understand more about life.

As I look at Aristotle and his notion of “nothing to excess,” I sort of want to toss the book into the creek because he seems to think his rules of life are so easy to follow. Others of his ilk also tax my patience as I try to read their ideas about living the good life. I have about decided that going about business as usual is the real answer and that some of that business may have to be a bit limited for the time being. I have also learned that swallowing a rather large dose of pride makes life a bit less taxing than trying to forge ahead without any success whatever.
When a trip to the canyons is possible, many of the complaints about limitations will disappear because one hour spent among those bluffs will return me to the knowledge of myself that has been touted by those who don’t know me any better than I know myself. Pressure will be released and thought may even become possible so I can come up with some entertaining subjects for this column.
Perhaps blazing a new trail is indicated. Let’s just see what happens.