Perception is a funny thing. Who's to say yours is right or wrong?
I'm a firm believer in the "new age" philosophy that the power to control our own reality is within one's own self, that destiny is not the same as fate. Our paths are not preconceived by a God or gods, but is our own responsibility to create. I've blogged about this before when discussing the narrative paradigm; the idea that we are all authors with the power to write our own stories. I referred to it as "new age", but this idea isn't new at all. Let me begin by asking a few questions about the "official" religion of the United States, Christianity...
Q: What language did Jesus speak?
A: Aramaic
Q: How many years after the death and Resurrection was the first Gospel written?
A: The Gospel of Mark was written in 70 AD, roughly 40 years and multiple generations later.
Q: How many languages were spoken during the time of Jesus and the time leading up to the writing of the Gospels?
A: At least 4; Aramaic, Hebrew, Greek, and Latin.
Q: How many times was the Bible re-written and/or translated since its original writing?
A: More than you'd feel comfortable with.
Q: Is it more than possible that some of the most important messages conveyed by Jesus were lost in translation?
A: You tell me.
Matthew, the first Gospel included in the New Testament chronicles the first teaching of Jesus as, "repent, for the Kingdom of God is coming soon". This message basically is the first pillar of Christianity, a belief system based on repentance, sorrow, confession, and penance in order to gain entry into heaven upon one's death. Now, what if this was not the lesson Jesus meant to teach? Isn't it at least possible that this message was translated incorrectly at least once? It's like the game of telephone; a message begins one way, goes in the ear and out the mouths of many who change the original meaning both accidentally and with agenda until the entire moral is changed in the end.
According to a former teacher of mine it's not just possible, but an absolute truth. I'm no linguist, but my teacher studied this excessively after a change of heart diverted him from the priesthood into a Buddhist seminary during his early twenties. He claims that if the Aramaic Jesus used during this teaching could have been translated as, "Change the way you think about reality, fear not, for the Kingdom of God is within you". This translation doesn't inspire repentance, but rather confidence in one's self. If this were true, than wouldn't the entire foundation of Christianity be misleading? I'm not about to pretend as if I have the answer, but I certainly prefer, and truly believe that Jesus would rather us create our own reality based on the idea that God is in all of us rather than the threat of his Father's wrath. Doesn't the former seem more consistent with the rest of the teachings of the man that performed miracles at weddings, fraternized with beggars and prostitutes, and stood up to the priests and rabbis that forced such guilt? I certainly do.
I tell you all of this because I've recently been faced with a fork in the road that is my life, a stunning plot twist that could bear significant weight on my future. I went from making decisions based on two to only doing so for one. I had spent the previous 3 years in a relationship worrying more about another being than I ever had in my entire existence. This sudden adjustment to my plan was super bittersweet. On one hand, my entire reality was shattered, but on the other, I now had the freedom to choose whatever the hell I wanted for myself. I went through the holidays dismally, but able to conjure the spirit of holidays past. I then was fortunate enough to go on two incredible trips. The first was to The West Village of Manhattan to see my longtime friend and college roommate the week leading up to New Years Eve.
It was the first time visiting him since he returned from London and one of the few times I've been able to travel back to NYC without an agenda. I spent my days enjoying delivery services while helping Steve ease the process of obtaining a new apartment. This turned out to be far more a chore than I had expected. Apartment hunting in the Bronx was a breeze and same for when I moved to Southie. Boston obviously isn't the same metropolis that Manhattan is, and the demand for apartments far less great, but the documents that needed to be collected and the stress of trying to prove your worth in a city so boundless, were a dose of materiality I had not expected. After the chores were accomplished, we got a chance to play and we did so quite a bit. The best part about visiting New York City with someone who lives there is they know all the cool spots. One of my favorites, The Meatball Shop allows you the luxury of being able to build your own high-end meatball subs. There's usually a huge line because it's very reasonably priced, the food is incredible, and the restaurant is tiny. On another excursion, we walked to Pier 17 for an outdoor lunch which was rare in late December, but the sun was just warm enough to allow us to eat in the open air and view the tall ships with the skyscraper backdrops. On our way home, we checked out the new 9/11 memorial building. I hadn't been to Ground Zero since just after the attacks, so it was amazing to see the progress that's been made. Of course at night, we met up with friends, shared some drinks and laughs, and did the usual. I would happily sacrifice a month full of partying in Boston for one weekend in New York, it simply doesn't compare. I definitely felt a bit of remorse for leaving such a great place so quickly after graduation, but the nostalgia tends to wear off after too much time spent in The Big Bad City. A four day trip wasn't enough though, and I left on New Years Eve begrudgingly as everyone was gearing up for the celebration.
My most recent trip, taken only 2 weeks after I returned from New York was to another Village and a much different event. My brother and I had planned to visit his friend in Vail, Colorado for the long weekend provided to us by the sacrifices of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. It was a skiing/snowboarding trip, and we were accompanied by our cousin, Jimmy, and three of my brother's closest friends. We landed in Denver around noon on Friday, rented a car, and were in the heart of the Rocky Mountains, crossing the Continental Divide into Vail Valley only 2 hours later. Our condo was nestled tightly outside of Vail Village, but right on the free shuttle route. It was their driest winter in over 30 years, but we were lucky enough to get some snow just before our arrival and before our departure. We spent our days riding the vast terrain and challenging glades, challenging ourselves on jumps and boxes like we belonged there. By night, we got to the usual, hitting the local taverns and clubs that make Vail such a haven for outdoors men and adventurers from all over the world. If I could dream up the perfect ski resort, Vail with its heated roads and sidewalks, shops, restaurants, and apres ski activities is certainly it. What's even better about are the people that inhabit it. Travelers from all walks of life and throughout the globe are comprise a unique bond you don't find in many other places. Everyone there, locals and outsiders alike, are all on the same page; to enjoy the beauty and challenges of nature.
I had an amazing time on both trips, but I couldn't help but notice a discernible dichotomy between the two places, one that was also growing within myself. Although the personal requirements (ambition, energy, moxie) that exist in those people that succeed in these places are quite common to one another, you rarely find someone that has chosen to live in both. Life is simply too short to be able to thrive in both environments, most of the time not even in one. New York City is full of somebodies; people that have earned their success through hard work, perseverance, and creativity, and others who were handed down success through trust funds or financial security. It is certainly not the place I would want to live in without the pocket or plan. Being there conjured up a feeling of pragmatism within me, the inspiration to build on my new entrepreneurial skills, and to enterprise even further. I wanted to get my own apartment in the Village or Tribeca, run into celebrities, wear suits to parties, and talk about the new restaurants I had "discovered". I left thinking that would be my next move in life. It gave me something to strive for. Then I went to Vail where I was inspired in a completely different way. Maybe it has something to do with being in the mountains, but there I reconnected with my spirituality. Nature is the polar opposite of man-made, and I welcomed the fresh air and vast landscape without hesitation. The people I met were more whimsical, creative, unique, and odd; all qualities I see in myself. They were coming from extended stays in Argentina, Australia, and Western Africa. They simply didn't live by the "rules". Words can't describe how much I admire that. I left Colorado even more confused than when I had arrived, and the division within me had gotten even wider.
I have always lived my life without plan, hoping that obscure "signs" would lead me to the next move just as long as I kept my eyes open. I see myself like a river, twisting and turning through life, dictated by the opportunities that I encounter. Maybe this is my problem. Maybe that is what has led to all this uncertainty. So I go back to Jesus' original message. I think I need to choose the reality I see best fit for me, not the one that I think will make the most people happy, or the one that will make my family the most proud, but the one that fits the best for what I want out of life. All to often people give up on their dreams because something else comes along that seems safer or more secure. I'll be damned if that happens to me. This is what makes 2012 such a big year for me, and I hope the best for you in your own personal journey.
