This question is the story you tell yourself about yourself, forms your identity, or self-concept.
How you approach the challenges of life, what you believe you are capable of, how you treat others, what you value and how you view the world, all are influenced by your self-concept.
The social media has poison the human society. Its is the sickness of people's self-concepts.
You have never asked yourself the simple question - "Who am I?" You are an individual with a weak and distorted self-concept. You hold the one fearful of novelty, infused with helplessness, riddled by anxiety, plagued by self-hate and lack of self-reliance. So many individuals like you made up this sick society.
I'm not blaming you, you are product of many factors, including your upbringing, education, biology, environment, interpersonal relations and personal experiences.
I understand you, and I am telling you, by getting older you will become more and more coward. That is the most striking feature of old age, the loss of courage caused by conformity. Even now, the pathological conformity is making you older than you really are.
You believe that to be a good person is to be a compliant person and to do what you're told by those in positions of political power and their puppets in the media and celebrity culture.
Do you ever see that all your actions are done with blind obedience, without concern for morality and empathy to the others.
While you remain willfully ignorant of the fact that government rules are basically immoral, driven by corruption, that they are against your very individuality, they are leading you directly towards your own ruin.
The Hitchhiker's Guide - Meaning of Life?
According to the novel, the most advanced computer in our universe, The Deep Thought, spent 7.5 million years to calculate the answer to this ultimate question. And, as we see, it is 42... Is this a consequence of a vaguely formulated question?
When Douglas Adams wrote The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, he added a joke which later has become more famous than the novel itself: "The answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe and everything is 42." A large number of lunatics have since wasted years trying to assign some significance to the number 42.
It is so funny. This question is just like a question: What is eye color of a barren woman's son?
So my friend, stop all your worries.
I put all my efforts toward myself in the most selfish way but I'll share it with you: there is no one thing in this life worth to be worried about. You are here for a short period of time in order to have fun. Life has no meaning unless you want to fool yourself!
I have concluded this in December 2014, while I was sitting besides my mother in hospital. She was dying from liver cancer. She was sleeping in a bed, I was beside her and I was thinking about her life, how beautiful and strong she was, and how her life passed so quickly.
I realized, back then, that she never existed, she as a person, as an identity, was just a bunch of memories and stories which on the end, are all forgotten. Life is not given to us, it is here to blind us from our real Self, but that is just for some short period of time, life is just like a dream.
Life was never intended to be a serious thing
So have a fun, be and feel healthy, look nice and observe details, notice and understand things as they are happening... and laugh. Don't forget to laugh.
If you think that with some magical change you will start understanding life and get enlightenment you are really on the wrong track. There is no enlightenment and no transformation, no change can bring you closer to that.
The whole enlightenment thing is based upon the idea of transformation. The same as you, I hoped that my morning meditation will change me. The truth is, there is nothing to be changed or transformed.
Enlightenment, awakening, waking up, self-realization, Truth, moksha, liberation, and all that stuff are just variations on the same theme. Change!!!
We want to change ourselves but we have never questioned the existence of that one who is to be changed. And wanting something that does not exist is the root of all problems.
Dream nice dreams Zee!
Couple years ago, I was sitting in the morning meditation when suddenly God came to visit me. Wow, God finally came to me. I was overjoyed but only for a little while...
Have you ever suspected this Zee? Everything is but a vision, it has no existence.
I could hardly breathe, "A vision"?
Life itself is only a vision Zee, a dream. Nothing exists, all is a dream. Me, man, the world, the sun, moon, stars - all a dream, all without existence. Nothing exists except you. Only you exist!
I?
But you are not you. You have no body, no blood, no bones, you are awareness, all pervading thought "I".
I myself have no existence, I am but a dream you dream, creature of your imagination. I am going away. You will remain a thought, only existent thought, and by your nature inextinguishable, indestructible. Here and now, I have revealed you to yourself and set you free.
Dream nice dreams!
Strange, indeed, that you should not have suspected that your universe and the world were only dreams, visions, fiction! Strange, because they are so frankly and hysterically insane - like all dreams
Do you see that the world is pure insanity, the silly creation of an imagination that is not conscious of its freaks. Zee, it is your dream, you are maker of it.
It is true, that which I have just revealed to you, there is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all dream, and very foolish one. Nothing exists but you. And you are but "I" thought, wondering the empty eternities.
He vanished and left me walking my lonely path...
Do you see that the world is pure insanity, the silly creation of an imagination that is not conscious of its freaks. Zee, it is your dream, you are maker of it.
It is true, that which I have just revealed to you, there is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all dream, and very foolish one. Nothing exists but you. And you are but "I" thought, wondering the empty eternities.
He vanished and left me walking my lonely path...
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