Do you ever get that after Christmas blues feeling. I think it has to do with the memories of Christmas past. Who knows, but for some reason, in a rare moment of quiet I started puzzling over why things are as they are. We got, for example, 59 nations at war with two more ready to do it big time. We got mental illness, poverty and suffering. We got all kinds of cruelty and human caused misery. Why are people so screwed. Alot of you know what I think about this already, but today I went somewhere else.
I started thinking about the will. When you are born, you have needs and later wants. But the universe doesn't care. We can't make life be as we wish it to be. We are all going to die whether we want to or not. We can't make someone we love love us. Think about how hard you can want something and think about the fact that you may not be able to make it happen. A ball of protoplasmic jelly arises from the slime and says I want and the universe says no. Unbelievable.
I was thinking about how much of life is about self protection from that disappointment, and how much misery is the result of not being able to accept it. My will doesn't cut it, so I'll call it the will of God, or I just decide to take what I want and do in what ever gets in my way. We are not in control and we cannot control and yet it seems as though that's all we strive for. Some sense of control.
It seems we need to yield and yet that's the last thing we want to do.
"The fool on the hill stands perfectly still........." words from a song
So there I was talking to myself trying to clarify the situation. Would you rather not investigate the wellsprings of motivation, or do you prefer to try to make sense of yourself?
I'm not asking that question so much as welcoming your thoughts in general.
I started thinking about the will. When you are born, you have needs and later wants. But the universe doesn't care. We can't make life be as we wish it to be. We are all going to die whether we want to or not. We can't make someone we love love us. Think about how hard you can want something and think about the fact that you may not be able to make it happen. A ball of protoplasmic jelly arises from the slime and says I want and the universe says no. Unbelievable.
I was thinking about how much of life is about self protection from that disappointment, and how much misery is the result of not being able to accept it. My will doesn't cut it, so I'll call it the will of God, or I just decide to take what I want and do in what ever gets in my way. We are not in control and we cannot control and yet it seems as though that's all we strive for. Some sense of control.
It seems we need to yield and yet that's the last thing we want to do.
"The fool on the hill stands perfectly still........." words from a song
So there I was talking to myself trying to clarify the situation. Would you rather not investigate the wellsprings of motivation, or do you prefer to try to make sense of yourself?
I'm not asking that question so much as welcoming your thoughts in general.