Seeking to forget

Updated: May 19

August 25, 2019


Dear Eric,


Yesterday was Saturday. And the pool where I live - a very nice pool, more like a resort, really - was lively with people enjoying the end of summer. There were three groups of people who caught my eye as they enjoyed their day around our lovely community pool. And as I observed these groups, enjoying their various stages of life, I was reminded of the thing we all seemingly strive to forget.


The first were a group of children playing in the pool's shallow end. These kids were laughing and amusing themselves with toys and games like challenging one another to perform underwater somersaults or see who could hold their breath the longest. The kids were happily distracting themselves with play - attending to activities appropriate to their age, and interest, and keeping back something they could barely remember as a thing they've feared from their earliest years of existence - the something which made them wail with terror if they ever perceived they were alone. They did a good job too. As that thing they did not want was nowhere in sight. Their memories even of this day would always be full of life. Nothing would be absent.


The second group I noticed was a collection of twenty-somethings sitting together at a corner of the deep-end of the pool. These young adults dangled their legs into the five-foot depths while chatting with one another about the interesting things which always distract people their age: work and cars and talk of good restaurants and gossip about friends. None of these newly-minted adults had children yet. They all still just had themselves; and they distracted themselves with talk of themselves. Keeping back the something - really a nothing - which they might otherwise identify with labels like anxiety, or depression, or loneliness and the need of some sense of life meaning or purpose which children and family might later fill. Their society, and talk, and their health, and their lives...so full of budding potential, keep back the deeper depths at that deep-end of the pool. They'd convinced themselves they could truly see the bottom just below their feet. Nothing is then barely apparent.


The third group were families. Moms and dads in their mid-thirties, along with their kids - all clustered together around tables near the gas barbecues just beyond the perimeter of the pool. These families were amusing themselves with the fullness of their family lives, and celebrating the richness of simply being alive, with chatter about their kid's schools, and their friends and activities like sports such as soccer and baseball. They also discussed seemingly more serious talk of work, and home improvement, and politics and plans for their own future and the future of their kids. This generation also - like the youth and the children at the pool - was then successfully distracting themselves with a sort of living which is appropriate to their age and circumstance - distracting themselves as well from the dim, growing awareness that the thing they've tried to forget since childhood is still there, always present, never more than a failed breath from discovery - that the depth they'd convinced themselves as youth wasn't real, does, in fact, swirl in darkness; not just below their feet, but everywhere around them always. Not death, but that other thing that does not linger beyond death. It's a nothing really. And that fact of nothing is what they always seek to forget - every generation in their time and in their way. They always seek to forget. The nothing that is everywhere evident.


Kurt

My name is Kurt Bell.


You can learn more about The Good Life in my book Going Alone.

Be safe... But not too safe.


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Going Alone was begun by Kurt Bell in an effort to help others understand and manage  the recognition of the apparent indifference of the universe to our well being, happiness or even our existence, and to find ways to make a good life in spite of this fact.

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