by Chris Billowsin Spirit Speculations0 commentstags: Human Condition, Poem
Today is my 55th Birthday and with it I have reached a privileged position. I am a contributor and beneficiary of a defined pension that allows me to officially retire! It has been close to 30 years of working and contributing to the public good through my efforts in health care. I am thankful that overall there were few moments that work required me to compromise my values. Now that I can officially retire there is a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction, but also some trepidation. I am now in the twilight of my career and my working life will soon be over. While I don’t plan to retire right now, I am sure that I will retire in the next 2 to 3 years. There is still some work to do and it can never hurt to pad the savings accounts! My identity will need to change, a rebirth essentially will be required. This is a crossroads moment and I need to begin thinking on who I will become when I do retire. Below is a poem I wrote to commemorate this moment. I also wrote two other poems: Mid-Century Contemplation and Middle of the Muddle which you’re welcome to […]
by Chris Billowsin Spirit Speculations0 commentstags: Human Condition, Poem
Today is my 50th Birthday. I now have a half-century of living that brings forth a contemplation of what is this life for. I am definitely on the other side of living. No longer am I building for a future as that future is now. My wife and I have accomplished the material and parental goals we set out for. Our children have launched themselves into their own lives and I am in the early stages of thinking of retirement from my career of almost 25 years. Yet the future does not look bright and how can it? While it is possible we have many healthy years to live, there is nothing more to attain for even if attained, the Lord of Death will take it. It is time to think more about what life means in the context of inevitable death. What I am witnessing is the the birth of death. From the middle of life, only he who is willing to die with life remains living. Since what takes place in the secret hour of life’s midday is the reversal of the parabola, the birth of death … ~Carl Jung; Soul and death, CW 8, §800. The things […]
by Chris Billowsin Spirit Speculations0 commentstags: Human Condition, Poem
In turning 40 years old, I am sharing a personal poem to celebrate my arrival of middle life. Now that I am middle-aged, I can start acting even more eccentric and get away with it. 😉 … Middle of the Muddle: A Poem About Mid-Life by Christopher Billows … I have learned, that facts and theory, found in degrees and libraries, do not grow or touch our psyche. … I have met many, the brilliant and the dull, and the rich and the poor, and found happiness being the pursuit of all. … I have worked for years, seen the capable abhorred, found leaders be the first to hide, and watched justice be ignored. … I pursued self-actualization, and have always been stung, that the pursuit of the perfect, is the cause of all wrong. … I have loved and adored, witnessed another’s death, fathered and seen birth, and now ponder the drama of a final breath. …
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