We’re told the meditate. In meditation we find the answers…or rather the answer find us. Sounds great.
Sit, breath, let your mind clear over and over again, until finally you feel a sense of peace, you’re able to think calmly again and move forward with more of your day and your life.
Meditation
Then one day, in the middle of a meditation you begin to laugh as you finally understand that even meditation itself is a distraction from the simply profound, and yet often unacceptable, fact that ultimately it seems we are only here on Earth to make more of us.
We keep, as humans, desperately trying to make heads or tails of our aliveness and work so hard doing our best to justify our existence on this planet. We make things ‘mean’ things, we make things important and have emotion (which I believe we’re pretty much purely made of in the end) so that we ‘feel’ alive in some perverted way.
And yet, the only thing for me, is to remember that ‘in the end, we are all gone’ and that, for me again, the only thing that I can use to ‘justify’ the existence we all question is the emotion of pleasure you can both bring to yourself and to another; the ultimate is that bringing joy to another brings joy to ourselves.
So is meditation the answer? Are the answers in meditation? Sure, if it brings you joy and that in turn brings joy to other…I think that’s a great answer.
Just something to think about…
