Often the joy of knowing that we are still alive
contains within it
the deep fear that we don’t want to face:
our fear of dying.
Dying is easy
Living is the hard part.
In a perfect world, we should always be happy and content.
This world already has more than enough resources
to sustain everyone in an abundance of everything needed
for us all to be happy, safe, and content.
But…
Collectively,
We still worship those with bigger egos than our own.
We willfully support those that mislead us to believe what they say
is keeping us from the inherent Happiness that we seek.
But, we work hard, toil endlessly…
And when we find a place to rest for a bit and take pride in our efforts
A wee bit of happy naturally sets in.
But,
Not long after,
Some asshole will come along and find shit to fuck with you
And there goes the happy.
So,
We repeat this endless cycle of toil, suffer, toil… a wee bit of happy
And repeat.
The conundrum of the Spiritual perspectives, of which
True happiness does not come from materialistic pleasures
This is only partially true.
If one is facing eviction, homelessness, loosing their income, and or
can’t find enough to eat, can’t afford medical care…
Those are indeed all material things
Our bodies are material beings
To cheerfully waste away and die a miserable death
Even if one is spiritually happy
Is not true to our being.
When the Buddha taught The Middle Way
He learned by experience that one must at least have
the bare essentials to sustain the body.
Even though the body is not our True Eternal Self
It is necessary to carry us through this life to fulfill our creative Being.
He also taught how to deal with assholes.
He said:
Learn to instinctively treat everyone like an honorable professor.
Some will teach you how to be while
Others will teach you how NOT to be.
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