Clinging and Clawing

I read today that our role in life is to bring an open heart to a clinging and clawing world. That's a graphic image. But one that rings true. The clinging and clawing. Especially at the end of life when most people want to hold on to that sense of aliveness for a few more minutes or seconds. Or maybe days or years. It doesn't matter. It's the clinging to our frozen life-form that is the image here.
I heard once that living things are like ice cubes in a sea of liquid water that is the Universe or God or Whatever you want to call it. Life is water just like the rest of the universe, but solid. And life tends to think of that solid form as the ideal. Something to fight for. To cling to. To claw at. But in the end life just melts into the liquid form that it's swimming in despite the clinging. The clawing can't reverse that inevitability.

Maybe what the open heart does is to warm up our frozen existence as solid, living ice forms. Making real the understanding that we are really water after all. Like God. Like the Universe. And that in dying we become like that which we were searching for all along.

So. My New Year's resolution. Relax. Don't grasp at the ice form. Allow warmth to melt the solid into the liquid.

I hate new year's resolutions by the way.