Bridge Over Troubled Waters
I write this blog on behalf of a good friend of mine, who when his cup runneth over, still manages to celebrate the experience. On some days though he wishes the flow of water, information, life experience would stop all together so he can find a place of solitude and serenity, to take stock and recharge for the coming months. In these hectic moments of sheer chaos, he thinks back to a story about Bruce Lee where a martial artist asked Bruce to teach him his form of martial art named Jeet Kune Do. Bruce presented two cups filled with water. “The first cup,” said Bruce, “represents all of your knowledge about martial arts. The second cup represents all of my knowledge about martial arts. If you want to fill your cup with my knowledge, you must first empty your cup of your knowledge.”
My friend would immediately set about finding ways to empty his cup by relaxing or finding new adventures to take part in. He would find ways to compartmentalize his life and create a certain degree of order and semblance in preparation for doing away with them and making space for fresh new waters, fresh knowledge and revitalising experiences.
Internal cleansing like this he says, ‘Prevents the unnecessary build up of superfluous information which causes gloom, despair and negative all round emotions’.
How wise is this friend of mine, who miraculously had the answer to almost anything. Give him a subject and he knew something about it. A walking dictionary of trivia some would say, a jack of all trades and master of none others would say.
Just two years older than me, he is, Just living life, he is, his world is turned upside down, now Just living with cancer. No words I have, for the pain inside I have, only to know he will always be the good man he set out to be. Live your life he says, as if each day would be your last…hold on to your dreams for they will steer you on your path. A week, a month but a short time to prepare, I wish his waking hours the best of utmost flare.
Weak and ready to pass on to the new life that awaits. The life sitting before me now ebbs away. Can I heal the hurt and create new life within my friend, the answer sadly…no. He smiles a knowing smile and manages to raise his little finger, trying so very hard to speak his final words. ‘I’m safe’ he whispers. My eyes fill with tears. This strong, bubbly character now reduced to this, but he is safe and I am so happy for him.
Rest In Peace my friend, I wish you all the best.
Like a bridge over troubled waters, our lives follow a certain defined path.
Follow your path, and find peace at the end of your journey