I can read books… but what is the real point? Reading books isn’t “living”, after all…
I can meditate, but what is the real point? Meditating is not “real life”…
I can work and make money, but what is the real point? Besides, money is just a fake god…
I can have fun, but what is the real point? A life driven by hedonism is empty…
…
The real point is… this!
The real point is reading when I feel like reading…
It is meditating when I feel like meditating… or when I feel I have to.
It is working when I want… or when I feel I have to… or when I need or have to… And it is quitting when I feel that’s what I have to…
It is having fun when I feel like having fun…
It is suffering when I am I suffering…
It is connecting with others when I feel like connecting... talking when I feel like talking…
It is making love when I feel like making love…
It is sharing when I feel like sharing…
Equally, it is not sharing when I feel like not sharing...
Not connecting when I feel like not connecting…
It is digging deep when I feel like digging deep, and being superficial when I feel like being superficial.
It is to pet that dog when you feel like petting the dog.
To help the other when you feel like helping them.
And sometimes, perhaps even to help them just because you feel compelled to: that is what is asked of you in that moment… to wrestle with that emotion. That is what you are called upon to deal with!
And perhaps it is also to not help them when you don’t feel like it…. and then to wrestle with that also…
It is about going outside when you feel like it, and about staying inside when you feel like staying inside. And, perhaps, some days it is staying in bed…
It is about traveling and about not traveling.
Risking it all or playing it safe…
About being present, here, now… but also about getting lost in your thoughts.
Life is everywhere in space and time!
Truth is everywhere in space and time!
In every place in the outer and inner world, and in every moment.
It is about being yourself.
…but what is “yourself”?
Aren’t you always “yourself”?
Even when you’re not being yourself?
And isn’t the “compelled you” also you?
Then the “you” always changes… it always flows...
Now it’s your thoughts, and now it’s your detachment from them: both are “real” in the moment… and the moment is all there is.
“I will feel better if I take my shoes off, but I am too lazy to do so”…
Your wrestling with “what is real”… itself is real.
To face your fears, and to succumb to them, and to ignore them, and to transcend them…
And me… I like to see more. I like to understand more. I like to explore. I like to dive into the novelty, and the trouble, and the pain.
And I am also compelled to escape pain… and, therefore, to change… at first to contract but then to expand.
And I like—and am compelled, at the same time—to seek completion… and that feels like incompleteness, like something is missing, like I am missing the “truth”…
…but the feeling of incompleteness itself is what is here now… it itself is the truth!
The moment is all there is… whether you realize it or not.
Whether you are in the moment or not… you always are!
The “real truth” is everywhere. To look for it “somewhere else” is a trap… but then, for the very same reason, it is not!
And for that very same reason, your existence is valuable… always.
And, for the that same reason, every existence is valuable.
Every conceivable one: the wise old man and the lowlife drunkard, the saint and the greedy criminal… all is equally a manifestation of truth.
All is you looking at yourself (or averting your gaze from yourself).
And your hate, or your affection, or your disgust for the one or the other is equally part of truth.
Whatever is, is.
And you are!
And it’s not that today is bad and other times were good, or someday will be. This is it!
And being undecided is still it.
And there is no comparison: “I play better piano than you, or than I played before”… everything expresses something that is.
But then… there also is!
Something expresses more of the truth than something else… it includes and integrates a greater part of what is.
Everything is… but what is is not static…
it is dynamic…
and it is not simply dynamic…
it has a direction…
And that direction?
…it might be to realize itself…
…to realize more and more of what is…
Keep flowing with what is…
Don’t try to capture it when it is gone…
…don’t resist the new, but also don’t resist when it is time to let go…
…or not! :)
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