I've been thinking a lot lately about life and what it means to be happy and find peace. ... it seems to me that in order to move through this world in any sane kind of way, you must be able to accept contradictory ideas.
This world is not real. It is an illusion. You and I and everyone and everything are the same energy and there is nothing to do or be done, that's just the way it is.
We also live in this world, where gravity means things fall and there is suffering and joy and many of us slog through days and struggle and are forced to deal with tragedy.
The fact that all of this is unreal, does not change the fact that we are here and this is happening and the pain and joy is real.
“Life” is glorious in its absurdity, and yet the act of moving in embodied form through a world of illusions can be uncomfortable. We must acknowledge this illusion. What is the need for anger, violence, pain, or fear, when there is no you or me or us or them? Or, anything?
All of this has happened before.
Step away and observe yourself from a distant vantage point. Through the eyes of someone who knows a limited part of your life. Then try and observe the totality. Settle back.
Where were you? Who were you, when looking at yourself?
I'm not certain there are answers, or if we can find them, or if we should look.
