Life is What Happens
When an acquaintance suddenly passed away at the age of 40 last week, the shock quickly morphed into wonder. I recalled the numerous conversations I had shared with him, mostly about his business ventures and questions about where he might find the greatest income stability. I wondered, if he had experienced proper guidance, would the younger version of this enthusiastic man have profited? Would it have made a difference? Would the feedback gleaned from either a professional assessment or an encouragement toward introspection have made a difference?
The reason for my questions is that it had been determined that he had experienced a massive heart attack. When I hear that, I think of the genetic component, sure, but also of the metaphor of the heart. She references the heart to represent the center of love and security–to squeeze all the joy out of the heart in favor (or need) of money or position. It’s about feeling scared and not enough. He had just found what he may have believed was the “love of his life” and here he had to make a living instead of enjoying this love. He had said to me a few weeks ago, as he was doing work at my house that was not particularly enjoyable to him: Right now, I would rather be sitting at the lake with my girlfriend.” I felt the instant sadness for someone who wished himself elsewhere but felt the strain and stress of the need for money. Lousie Hay says “hardening of the heart. Belief in strain and stress.