Greetings from Punta Cana, Dominican Republic. I am on vacation with my wife and we are having a really great time here. We enjoy sun and sea. I am practicing yoga every day since we came here.
You know how it goes. One day you’re born, one day you die. Everything that
happens in between you think you know and understand, but everything that
happened before and will happen after, you know nothing about.
For the second time on this blog I am asking the same question: Have you ever wondered, why do dead people never come back? There are
stories of ghosts but those are stories to frighten small kids. Dead people
are not coming back because there is nothing to come back, they never
existed!
You see, this is truth but there is a tremendous resistance accepting this truth... so you suffer. You suffer because you have taken an identity that is not yours, you live your life thinking you are something, so you have feeling of good and bad according to momentary wish of your confused mind.
What exactly is the meaning or importance for you being here at all? If you
can’t tell how you came or where you came from, if you don’t know where you’re
going or what you’re going to become, how can you know why you are here? How
can you tell if any of your present actions have any significance at all?
It is this uncertainty of both your past and future that is the main cause of
your fears, stress and depression.
Maybe you have found comfort in many different ideologies to at least subdue
your existential anxiety. Maybe you believe in God who created life and made the entire universe, put
you in it, and judge what you do here on this Earth. That judgement is for the eternal life after death.
Maybe, you believe, the meaning of life is the love you share with friends,
family, and your loved ones. Maybe you believe the existence of life in itself
is what you make of it, or you believe in evolution and continuation of our species.... maybe you believe nothing you just go with the flow.
In any case you have no clue of the truth. You have never investigated things
for yourself, this question did not bother you at all, you have remained
ignorant until this day. For you, the happiness is the time between two
sorrows.
But from time to time, you’re hit by a strong sense of purposelessness, like
your life has no meaning, and that you actually have no intrinsic value. You
notice that your life foundation does not feel like a solid rock rather
everything starts to become slippery. Those nihilistic feelings are dragging
you into the misery and you deeply know that your whole life hasn’t been what
you thought it was.
Why do you
believe all those things?
Those things.. that you are born into an existing
world, from your mother and father, that you are so and so, that you like this
or that... Why do you believe in these things? Where did this belief come
from?
You're not born in an existing world. At the moment of coming into existence
you have created the universe and everything in it including your world which
again includes your mother and father, and of course yourself. Precisely, you
create the universe at any moment of your existence. Your mind creates events
and the ride is going on.
There was never any journey. You were never born, nor will you ever die. It is
the idea that was born and will die, not you. By identifying yourself with it
you became mortal and then you wonder what happened before and what will
happen after.
Look closely, and you will see that world is nothing but names and forms,
which are transitory, that only your sense of presence can be said to be, the
only unchanging thing in this world. You have your own private mind, woven
with memories, held together by desires and fears. That is your world, your
universe.
And you yourself is an imagination too. There is no personality, it is all
foolish mirage based on "I am" idea, the idea which does not exist.
Freedom from identification with memories and projections for future, living in the presence without self-concerns is the self-realization.
It is the state of wonder, creativity and absolute fearlessness.
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