What are we running after since we knew how to put two sentences together… I could speak for me and myself only … Was brought up in a culture glorifies ambition and achievement, and consequently feel the need to strive for some thing better than what I have at present. But this constant want and desire to become something else always ends in disappointment or emptiness. This means one will be always unhappy with the present, captured by envy and endless unsatisfied desires. I feel the need to safe the world since I can’t save me from myself… and marred in the desire to be something where I am no longer free.
This ambition of mine puts me in a constant state living in the future, a future that, if it does arrive, may still leave me empty. Have experienced so many times…But can I do something that I enjoy which is detached from the anxiety of achieving certain results. Nothing lasts forever, anyway, and I am entangled in a culture built on competition, and even fighting for our rights have become competitive where you feel utter meaningless in everything and everyone around you. I have forgotten that the treasure that I am fighting for is not 'out there' but to be found within my own abilities and interests. Is this what we call intelligence?
Immortality seems to be something we are striving for, but in doing so we go against nature, and there lies our pain. Only the mind which is always moving, without resting places and fixed ideas, can be in tune with life and therefore joyful. In most cases, all of us dig a little pool for ourselves away from the swift current of life, and in that little pool we stagnate, die; and this stagnation, this decay we call existence.
Harsh words, but could it be true that the life we make for ourselves, a little pool of family, work, fears, ambition, religion and so on, is an attempt to avoid experiencing larger reality? The more I believe that this place beside the river of life is secure, the less I become aware of the real nature of life - constant change. We cling to the known, but in this clinging we become a person of fear. If the object of living is to find truth, and if we are not actively engaged in trying to get closer to the heart of things, then what are we doing? Dying quickly than we should be…
Can a mind solve problems when it is occupied with them? It is only the unoccupied mind that can be fresh to understand a problem. I guess if one can create a space between thoughts, then the mind will regain a freshness and creativity that the normal mind, weighed down with one thought and worry after another, can ever experience.
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