“No, no! The adventures first, explanations take such a dreadful time.”
― Lewis Carroll,
Everyone is looking for the secret to life.
And on and on it goes.
It’s so obvious: we’re an out ‘there’ society, meaning we think that if we manage to control everything around us then life will be sweet, not bitter.
For a time it works. Things seem to have a natural order: set a goal, work hard, achieve the goal and bask in the glory of success.
But it never lasts.
And that’s because the mind — our egoic identity — doesn’t want it to work.
Imagine it: everything you did or the few things you owned would satisfy you…for all time. (This was how it was for my grandparents. It wasn’t just that their wants were very basic, it was a case of the ‘me’ not being distracted by money and success. Having a garden, a few animals and their family was enough.)
But of course that’s not how it is for most people. As well as a life out there, adopting the purpose drivers — if you can call them that — and building great temples of stuff, it’s also about the me being some-thing. We love our labels!
Don’t misunderstand me. I’m not saying that you have to aspire to a life of lack but there’s a big difference between owning just enough and spending all your time driven by more, more, more.
If all this me/you/mind stuff is a distraction from living, then you’d be right to think that. It is. When there’s just ‘life’ none of this matters. And I don’t mean to talk about the now, presence or whatever slightly mystical term gets thrown about. I just mean life in all its glory.
The secret then, if there is one, is to live it.