Ever notice how much time we spend trying to make ourselves happy and content in life? Reaching for happiness is almost like an automatic reflex -- so automatic, we don't always see that it's what drives most of our actions.
Even harder to see is how miserable it is to be reaching or grasping even subtly for even very subtle forms of happiness.
If the process becomes conscious enough that we do see it, still we usually rationalize that once the object of imagined happiness is achieved, it will have made the pursuit worth it. We imagine that this particular one, this time, will finally be the thing to bestow permanent and ultimate happiness.
But since when has it ever worked that way? Why would it start working that way now?
The pursuit of happiness. Such a popular ideal. It's even considered a basic human right. Odd that our chase for this perceived "right" ends up causing so much struggle and, well -- unhappiness -- as we try so hard to make ourselves happy.
When we fail, we feel deflated and are then driven to struggle and try harder in our quest for happiness. When we succeed, the happiness is usually all too short-lived before a new perceived object of happiness comes on the horizon and swipes our current happiness away as we begin the struggle to pursue this next thing.
What would happen if we stopped trying to make ourselves happy -- if we no longer put happiness on such a big pedestal? Would we automatically be sad?
A point finally comes along in our life's journey when it just doesn't matter anymore. One day we realize we just can't bother trying to be anything anymore, other than what we're naturally being. If it's happy, it's happy. If it's sad, it's sad. If it's something between the two, it's something between the two.
This may sound like an apathetic or defeated state to arrive at. Actually, while it may not be an exuberantly ecstatic state, it is a free one. We're no longer chained to our wants. We're no longer at the mercy of the slave-driver mind as it barks out orders that we must constantly fulfill, just to keep it happy and happy and happy. Where's the freedom in that? And how happy does it ever really make us?
Why Limit Yourself?
Why limit yourself with the notion
that your life must go well -- meet
your desires and expectations -- for
you to be able to be content?
Life is a series of moments.
Such is the nature of time-bound,
Simply the peaks and crests of duality.
Every up is followed by its down...
so why hold on to or push away
any of it?
What will come will come.
Whatever will be, let be.
Poem from Notes to Self: Meditations on Being
Just a gal experimenting with what it means to live outside of mind.
Read more about Notes to Self, the "manual" on living beyond mind.