Instead of going outside to appreciate the good weather and the joy of physical movement, we stay indoors, plopped down on cushy sofas and beds in bad postures that strain our musculoskeletal systems.
Rather than focusing on discerning the beauty of clouds and flowers and plants by staring at them for minutes and hours, we keep our eyes affixed to dynamic screens delivering an endless stream of succulent sound and imagery.
Rather than appreciate the solace offered in the quiet solitude of our thoughts, we prefer the loud noises and bands, the mobs and masses swaying in rhythm, raising their hands.
The Disease of Desire
Secretly, we are each of us, eaten by a disease. Many of us are discontent our outright unhappy, lamenting our very existences. Life could be be so easy and beautiful, but somehow, it is filthy and incomplete, filled to the brim with hardship and anxiety.
You can put lipstick on a pig, dress it up and call it civilized, but at the end of the day, we are all barn animals awaiting our time. Orwell was the one who introduced this beautiful metaphoragery. [invented word]
Many of us are schemers and plotters, calculators to attain some invention of fantasy concocted by our egos that usually revolves around some combination of fame, wealth, and power. We apply our imaginations towards these material pursuits, imagining that the acquisition will bring us greater happiness and contentment.
Nay, but contentment cometh from the act itself. It is the very act of imagining and doing that is beautiful; therefore, no task or labor in existence is menial or trivial.
Peace in Being and Believing
Contentment is in being; this is true love: love of self, of the world, and respect for all harmony. It is not love of the false self, of the vain ego that disguises itself as “self” and claims to have importance, significance or ownership over things.
Peace is giving everything you have freely, and getting everything you need dearly. There are principles in play within the universe that adjust and balance all of this, if we are replete with faith and belief.
But most of us are depleted of faith, much less belief. We trust and value and cling more to what we see and feel and sense than the spirit within. This is materialism, and it is a delusion. There is something deeper and truer to hold to: something more than the pure pleasures of flesh. It is the wellspring of truth, knowledge, and wisdom.
All humans are delusional. It is only the sane that admit to being crazy.
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