Seekers in the 21st century

"I am satisfied with the course my life has taken. It has been bountiful, and has given me a great deal. How could I ever have expected so much? Nothing but unexpected things kept happening to me. Much might have been different if I myself had been different. But it was as it had to be; for all came about because I am as I am. Many things worked out as I planned them to, but that did not always prove of benefit to me. But almost everything developed naturally and by destiny. I regret many follies which sprang from my obstinacy; but without that trait I would not have reached my goal. And so I am disappointed and not disappointed. I am disappointed with people and disappointed with myself. I have learned amazing things from people, and have accomplished more than I expected of myself. I cannot form any final judgment because the phenomenon of life and the phenomenon of man are too vast. The older I have become, the less I have understood or had insight into or known about myself.

I am amazed, disappointed, pleased with myself. I am distressed, depressed, rapturous. I am all these things at once, and cannot add up the sum. I am incapable of determining ultimate worth or worthlessness; I have no judgment about myself and my life. There is nothing I am quite sure about. I have no definite convictions–not about anything, really. I only know that I was born and exist, and it seems to me that I have been carried along. I exist on the foundation of something I don't know. In spite of all uncertainties, I feel a solidity underlying all existence and a continuity in my mode of being.

The world into which we are born is brutal and cruel, and at the same time of divine beauty. Which element we think outweighs the other, whether meaninglessness or meaning, is a matter of temperament. If meaninglessness were absolutely preponderant, the meaningfulness of life would vanish to an increasing degree with each step in our development. But that is — or seems to me — not the case. Probably, as in all metaphysical questions, both are true: life is — or has — meaning and meaninglessness. I cherish the anxious hope that meaning will preponderate and win the battle.”

CGJung -Memories, Dreams, Reflections

What should one reasonably be able to add or object to a piece like this, testimony..? Well, one thing that I thought about... Psychologist Erik Erikson has a line of reasoning when he thinks about different phases in normal life... About adolescence, youth, that you can then hold on to thoughts, theories, that you "don't yet is of age"... What does he mean... It probably has to do with what is called premature, that something comes too soon, hastily, before the foundation is actually laid on which those thoughts are to rest...

And when I read Jung's reflections above, I think that his experience here would be premature even for someone, like myself, who is middle-aged... If you tried to imitate him, that is... Even if you can understand, in a sense verify, what he says, think it sounds true and wise, then you are normally not there yet. You shouldn't be there.

"Each thing has its time"? Not just as some fad, culture, norms, what one should do, etc., what suits oneself, but something almost psycho-organic.

But, of course, a conciliatory "helicopter perspective", where, for example, the shortcomings and shortcomings of others or the world are mitigated by a similarly clarified view of oneself, it can be good in the right dose even earlier in life... But nothing is so sad to watch as a young person trying to live up to being a meek wise old man?

And the temptations of youth, wanting to deal with things that you are "not yet of age", may still apply in principle when you are older... That's how I feel anyway, it's not a hypothesis... That is, a little wiser today, a little quieter, a little wider views. But not yet ready to stand and look out over a gray cloudy lake and sum up life and go up in some kind of cosmic meaningful-meaningless sensation.