Friday, May 22, 2015

Yeah, but....



Where do I really want to go?  What direction makes the most sense? Lose yourself in service to others?  Find yourself through solipsistic spiritual practice and introspection?  Spend/lose time in engrossing pastimes? Wander aimlessly like Rumi's camel? As regular readers know, this question has haunted, sullied, permeated and propelled this blog since it's conception four years ago.  It feels worse than dog chasing tail madness.  It's as if the dog has caught the tail and is choking to death on it's own inedible flesh.

Yeah, but...

What's more important than figuring out how to live?

One answer might be to just live and just stop worrying about all this esoteric bullshit.  Spit the tail out and run around like a mindless, happy puppy.  Okay, that's a bit much.  How about these well worn thoughts from Thoreau...

"I wish to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life...If it proves to be mean, then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it...Or if it is sublime, to know it by experience, and to be able to give a true account of it...I wish to learn what life has to teach, and not, when I die discover I have not lived."

Go Heny David!  I get it.  I'm down with that.  Happiness isn't found through a mindless abandonment/disownment of the angst that stalks our lives but on the contrary, our salvation is tied to our willingness to embrace life in it's totality. To "suck out all the marrow of life."  

Yeah, but...




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