Saturday, September 13, 2025
I was one who overlooked appreciation. I never admired anything – just plowed through. I was mired by superficial existence. Life always seemed so clunky and cruel. Gotta get up in the morning, gotta go to work, gotta go to sleep, and then gotta die. Meaningless – all meaningless, toiling under the sun, as it says in the book of Ecclesiastes. That book, in the Old Testament, is a lament over our lack of control and how life is one, big drag.
But there is a journey. We partake in many roles in this schematic of appreciation. Some of us are mired – bogged down in the superficial. One big mess that is! A cumbersome life. Then, you try to take the bull by the horns and command it. Rather than being mired by it, you become The Admiral and you “take charge” of your life. Admiral means “command.” And then you realize that doesn’t work.
So then, you become not the admiral, not the mired, but the admirer. All of these seeming roles have one thing in common, at least the way I see it. I looked up the root words of admiral, admire, and mire, and they all mean something different. To me, I see the word mirror embedded within those words, which also looks similar to the Spanish word, “mira” which means “to look.”
How you look at the world will change the way you look at the world. You will see it as something that mires you. You will see it as the admiral, trying to command it, and you will see it as it is, a mirror. If consciousness is a projection of the brain, then so is everything I see. I admire what I see – a dream projected “out there.” But the dreamer, the first person perspective, that’s something we can all admire, together as one.