Many Questions/ One Answer

As I get older, less and less puts fear into me. I am no longer embarrassed by accidents. Well, if I went back to crapping my pants in public I might find that embarrassing. Thank the lucky stars that period is long, long gone. Having worked through a great many things - fear inducing things - I am left with the questions about life itself. Much like the falsities about enlightenment like there is only one and it’s the big one. There are an infinite number of small aha moments in which a layer of perception falls away, one by one until quite unnoticed you are at last one with everything and there are no more answers to realize. Until one that comes, for most of us there are questions. Many, many questions. The one question that everyone arrives at in one way or other is “What is the meaning of life?” and those like it like “What is it all about?” “Where do I go from here?” “Is this all there is?” and “What is this shit?” (The last one is my favorite) The answer is so simple most people don’t believe it when they hear it. That’s generally because it generates the same question; a nice moebius strip that has no beginning and has no end. The answer to the ultimate question leads right back to the ultimate question. The point is to stop asking questions and start doing. A version of the answer is right there in the ‘Declaration of Independence’, which is the ‘Pursuit of Happiness’. The only problem is that we have enslaved ourselves to the idea that life is about an opportunity to achieve something. Working toward goals and completing tasks unless it benefits all life on earth it ultimately holds no real value. Not that that in itself is a wrong choice but if its not to improve yourself for the better than it ultimately leads to a wasted life. So much of what we do is simply filling our days with meaningless tasks and time wasters in order to take away the contemplation of what to do with your days upon days. In itself, there is nothing fundamentally wrong with what do… but it’s in the pursuit of money not happiness. That’s why so many stop and say “what is this shit?” You work so hard for what, to obtain things that were intrinsically already yours. The earth is our house and yard and everything in it either belongs to all of us equally or is under our guardianship. Somewhere along the line we began carving up everything into little pieces, claiming those pieces as our individual property and fighting to keep everyone out and destroying that which was our job to protect and maintain. Its all fine and well on paper these ideas but how does one achieve a more harmonic and utopian lifestyle when all around you bigger things are trying to destroy those fine dreams. It is good to have your own little sanctuary but you need to come out sometimes and mingle. Wouldn’t you rather come out and have fun with each other instead of fighting amongst each other. This is what I have been thinking about…a lot. Unfortunately, I have no solutions only questions and obvious observations. People are their own worst enemies and I don’t want to be my own enemy. So each day I try to change my mind set so that if I am unable to find a solution at least I won’t be part of the problem. It makes my brain hurt that is a fact… but its one goal I find worthwhile.