Will not Pop the Pimple

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We none want to be here. In the midst of all the feasible effectual luring, substantiated commitments, and convincing amicable distractions, we nonetheless exist as unsettled, dissatisfied manifestations of deeply unresolved confusion. We awake in continued perplexity and rest in shrouded mystery. No matter how a lot we pursue avenues of supposedly purposeful, meaningful, productive and prolific highways of verifiable efficiency, we stay discontent. Why? Since in/from/for the duration of the crux of the matter, we inherently know that none of it actually can make 1 bit of distinction and much much less sense.
We consider to say that it does, go to great lengths to make ourselves believe that it does, even to the point of making all sorts of beheading situations of compelling, persuasive emotional intellectual arguments to demonstrate it does, when it fact, the inescapable reality stands even though the rest falls away. We are not the least bit interested in becoming here, on this planet, alive, taking up space, breathing.
We realize with complete certainty that it is either a harsh cruel joke on the part of the divine creator, for our currently being born merely to die, or that in order to get by way of it, we had better invent each feasible employing scenario as an ever evolving, turbulent, unsuspecting state of affairs to engage our minds, implode our hearts, invest our bodies whilst via these ineffectual, purposeless actions, our precious ruthless soul stimulates us to go on. Bottom line: she have to be entertained although the band plays on.
I understand these words sound considerably also harsh to be readily appreciated, openly accepted, and properly assimilated. I dare say that they might even hint at pious human futility, virtually to the flavor of advertising suicide but nothing at all could be more from demonstrated actuality. Alternatively, what I am proposing congregates itself in certifiable aware residing. More Info A fully involved, animated enthused participation without having a falsely selfishly generated lust of result to win, be successful, or get one thing in the finish. There is no end and there's nothing at all to get. With each breath we inhale, we are acquiring it all right this minute in total energized, delectable, splendor.
In other phrases, this is as good as it gets. We are here for the earth experience, as a consciously motivated human getting whilst the disinterested, impersonal soul scours the depths of emotional intrigue in the duration of brightly colored settings. These meticulous settings might either be infiltrated with all sorts of glamour or debased with incorrigible unsettling despair the unmistakable stage stays precariously created for the actors to play out their delegated parts in the overtly hailed, orchestrated, mysterious story. Illuminating? Yes. Aggravating, without a doubt the emotional vested situations by no means release the stress of restless impervious anxiety.
We stay anxious, bored, restless and dissatisfied due to the fact we proceed to expect anything and because we ungraciously expect (most often times, demand) that our gluttonous whims and whams to be happy, we endure immeasurably. Unhappy, but correct. We want to be observed, anticipate men and women to care and show it and complain because we didn't get what we imagined we desired at the time we wished it, in the precise method it must have arrived.


Aggravation arises from our wanting to achieve anything and getting thwarted in the procedure. Or it could just as easily arise from our wanting to think anything when from the core of our definitive becoming we know it to be a lie. In other phrases we can't adjust bulls into butterflies. Every animal has inside its special character specific motives for occupying the location of reference, for the duration of time accompanied and by the definitive interaction of experiences it faces. Like the natural habitat of animals, we want not be concerned nor are we to attempt to alter our delegated paths of circular destiny. Patterns repeat and repeat and repeat. Round and round she goes and in which she stops only the infinitely designed atom knows. (And, it is not telling.)
If that be the situation, why, we do we, as sensible human beings, invest so much time recognized with others, interpreting their particular state of affairs, interfering with a specifically relegated course of action and concerned in issues that plainly do not concern us? Simply because we are insatiably curious, incalculably impatient and irretrievably determined to prove what we do issues. As insufferable as these phrases could look: it does not matter to any individual else but US!
As the mystic Maulana Rumi wrote close to 800 years ago, "If you could get rid of yourself just when, the secret of strategies would open to you. The encounter of the unknown, hidden beyond the universe would seem on the mirror of your perception!" Not that he knew any longer of any anything than you do, but the idea of our becoming so wrapped in the entangling details of our infinitely insignificant lives, as opposed to the any other of the almost 7 billion folks who reside on the planet, leaves area for further discussion.
We just cannot leave "nicely enough' alone. We insist on pushing a rope. We consider to make factors take place ahead of they are going to, calculate innumerable outcomes, gossip unceasingly 'our view' on achievable conditions, search the advantage for ourselves in every situation, hoard, hurry and hustle our time, hard work and power in hopes to "be somebody" or 'get somebody". (Which is utterly vain and venomous for us, and others involved in the ridiculous whirling frenzy.)
Whenever we get to the place that we comprehend with total certainty that we are gluttonous creatures who look for favor and recognition for our so referred to as specialness, then and only then, will we come to value the sanctified language of Master Jesus when he said, "You are in the world but not of it." In other words, there's practically nothing the world can provide us or curiosity us in the least but since we've bought the story of our extraordinary abilities, along with the require to flaunt their razzle dazzle appeal, we stay miserable.
We are none separate from occasions, folks, locations and particulars. Not 1 particular person is any far more unique or favorably relished than one more. No one particular has it any far better or worse than we do. Every single mortal, without relent, battles with his/her personal demons momentarily. And, despite the fact that the charade of 'having it all together' perpetuates the fallacious veneer people operate fastidiously to set up and maintain, we none the much less are all in this thing collectively. We are inseparably entwined in the material of life's inexpressible sacred motion.
Our innate state of becoming expresses inexplicable bliss. But bliss not connected to/for/with something or anybody. Just as our degree of happiness remains independent of outer circumstances, so as well, do our lives signify the normal and convenient movement of universal ease, vibrantly infectious, projections of immeasurable omnipotence. We simply can't measure, gauge, interpret, comprehend or dismiss a single iota of it as currently being out of purchase or uncalled for. The reality is: we are in for the duration we may as nicely enjoy the rounds. Or like the infamous Mohammad Ali so eloquently stated, "Dance like a butterfly sting like a bee."