This week I’ve been reflecting on the ironic – maybe even paradoxical – duality of the fragility and resilience of life. Life in general, but human life in particular. Here we are: minute creatures
“all hurtling through deep space on this tiny rock called Earth. I mean, really, think about it. Protected from the frigid galactic void of the Milky Way but by a blanket of air, held on the surface by gravity, whatever the heck that is, and here we are.”
It’s nothing short of miraculous that we survive anything. We are tossed and torn, ravaged by disease, environmental insults, genetic mutations and all manner of plague. In vain we try to maintain control over our lives – and the lives of others, our children for instance – yet the vast majority of forces in our lives are beyond our control. This doesn’t even count what we voluntarily do to ourselves and to each other. Seems like we are constantly inventing new and “better” ways to kill each other.
Still we continue to survive. We pick ourselves up, find ways to repair or circumvent the damage and on we go. Not all of us or all of the time. And not forever. But the odds we manage to overcome are quite literally amazing. We all have stories of astounding feats of survival. Generally, we have no provable (repeatable) explanation for any of them. Even in the face of known and certain death, we cling to life: “To life, to life, l’chaim”, sings Tevia in Fiddler on the Roof, even as he and his family and friends are being forcibly and violently ousted from the home they have known all their lives.
“Here are these 75 trillion cells, and every cell has hundreds of thousands of protein molecules in it and they are constantly interacting with one another in what would appear to be chaos. And in fact, if you were to be able to lower yourself into a cell, you’d be terrified because it would seem so chaotic. If it had sound, you couldn’t live with it, it would be so noisy. And yet what is actually occurring is that these reactions are all counteracting threats to the survival of that cell. And I think that there is within the human organism. . . . an awareness of the closeness of chaos.”
Closeness to chaos. Hmmm . . . Yet Dr. Nuland goes on to say, “we are greater than the sum of our parts . . . our brains [have] developed a capacity for spirit, for seeking lives of integrity and equanimity and moral order.”
Resilience in the face of chaos. Resilience despite the fact that we keep coming up with new and better ways to kill each other. Resilience even when there are others all around us with whom we disagree. All those disagreements seem kind of silly now, don’t they? If they don’t, they should.
If you read through these blog posts, you may notice an ongoing thread – namely, ways in which we can at least try to maintain that resilience. Our lives may be mystery, but one thing we do know is we will be here on this planet for a short time only. We don’t know what’s going to happen during that time, but we can make some choices about how we spend that time. If we avoid attaching too much significance to outcomes and just focus on process, we might even have a shot at being happy with our choices. Following is from a recent Yoga Journal post:
“Think about it—you are capable of balancing the weight of your torso on two long supports, while smoothly transferring this weight from one support to the other, and all while maintaining a constant rate of motion and perfect balance. This simple motion requires the perfect coordination of hundreds of muscles large and small across your entire body. And that’s just walking!
The human body has over 600 muscles, many of which are too small, or too deep inside the body, for us to see. Hundreds of tiny muscles across the body work constantly to maintain our balance, stability, and precision of movement—all vital qualities for a healthy yoga practice.
Take a moment today to appreciate the amazing feats of coordination your body accomplishes in even the simplest of acts.”
Having recently had surgery I am intimately re-acquainted with the remarkable abilities of my own body, despite the abuse I’ve subjected it to. Just think – I was knocked unconscious, cut open, kept alive by machines, had my insides extracted, etc. Yet here I am writing this blog – alive and well (relatively, anyway). Then in addition to those assaults on my body, I am having poison injected into my veins in an effort to kill rogue cells and, so far, I’m surviving that, too. Pretty incredible stuff. But it happens every day. Sure, things go wrong. None of us are perfect and, remember, we are fragile. But still we take these chances, venturing into the unknown, because we believe that things can also go right.
So as you make those choices about how to spend your limited time here on earth, perhaps you might want to give some thought to focusing on and building your resilience. Keeping mind and body strong, whatever that might mean for you as an individual, could be one way to do that. The effort you make probably can’t hurt and it just might help. If nothing else, it will bolster your confidence in your ability to handle the many challenges that life is going to throw at you, whether or not you’re prepared.