On the Essence of Life:
“We think that if we just meditated enough or jogged enough or ate perfect food, everything would be perfect. But from the point of view of someone who is awake, that’s death. Seeking security or perfection, rejoicing in feeling confirmed and whole, self-contained and comfortable, is some kind of death. It doesn’t have any fresh air. There’s no room for something to come in and interrupt all that. We are killing the moment by controlling our experience. Doing this is setting ourselves up for failure, because sooner or later, we’re going to have an experience we can’t control: our house is going to burn down, someone we love is going to die, we’re going to find out we have cancer, a brick is going to fall out of the sky and hit us on the head, somebody’s going to spill tomato juice all over our white suit, or we’re going to arrive at our favorite restaurant and discover that no one ordered produce and seven hundred people are coming for lunch.
“The essence of life is that it’s challenging. Sometimes it is sweet, and sometimes it is bitter. Sometimes your body tenses, and sometimes it relaxes or opens. Sometimes you have a headache, and sometimes you feel 100 percent healthy. From an awakened perspective, trying to tie up all the loose ends and finally get it together is death, because it involves rejecting a lot of your basic experience. There is something aggressive about that approach to life, trying to flatten out all the rough spots and imperfections into a nice smooth ride.
“To be fully alive, fully human, and completely awake is to be continually thrown out of the nest. To live fully is to be always in no-man’s-land, to experience each moment as completely new and fresh. To live is to be willing to die over and over again. From the awakened point of view, that’s life.”
hell’s bells as my grandmother used to proclaim now and again. my world made a turn while i wasn’t looking. i have silently and wistfully been tossed into a sea of validation. it is truly a blessing and feels foreign for its calm. i find myself waiting for the proverbial other shoe to drop and squirm with discomfort with each sweet and subtle meet with validation.
emotional, psychological, professional, and financial servings of confirmation of my journey seem to be tossed upon my path. it’s a very unexpected layer
the recovery coaching has begun with a purr and not a roar, but it has started. it is the beginning of a new stream of giving back. i am both humbled and titillated. so much to learn.
i got a call from a dear friend who moved away a few years back. he relocated again this time to miami. the chat was impromptu and steeped in respect and admiration. i almost forgot how very baptised his friendship helps me feel.
i am simply posting to reflect the gratitude i am experiencing with this current validation. i wish the same to travel to my dear compadre alex. i love getting to know you my friend
Song by Damien Rice
It takes a lot to know a man.
It takes a lot to understand
The warrior, the sage
The little boy enraged