I think most of us try to make sense of our lives. What am I here to do exactly?
Imagine what a phrrhic victory it might be if we did the best we could and there was no reward. No heaven, no next life, no gold star from God. Maybe nobody would even remember your name. Could you live with that?
People have always used jobs and money to measure their self worth. Status seeking individuals use that as their measuring tape- that's how they gauge where they are in the world. Some people use religion. I've seen some people use their intelligence or beauty to gather self worth and seek rewards.
In my sober, rational mind- it is all complete fiction. A concoction of ego, maybe some fear, where people all buy into the same belief system and gather their worldly and material possessions and praise from others. They seek praise from others for their deeds. That system is fraught with dangers, such as pressure, stress, and financial pain which prevents people from escaping. To escape means you must give up all of that nonsense.
Think of the scene in Midnight Express where all of the worshippers walk one way around some religious artifact...or Muslims who kneel and pray several times a day. Who makes this stuff up and why do people buy in? God or Allah must receive prayers 5 times a day?
It is one of life's great mysteries. I think people are mostly followers and if some ding a ling says you must walk one way around the religious artifact- the vast majority don't question it. They just do it- accepting it because doing so doesn't really cause any harm.
When I reflect back on my life, I don't think anyone's ego was more inflated or more in charge than my own. I was completely engulfed in my own brand of bullshit.
It all came to an abrupt end after I finished comprehending Tolle's, "A New Earth." My ego hasn't disappeared mind you, it has just switched gears. Changed a little. Become aware of all of this human being/tribal nonsense.
Oh, I still call out bullies and let them have it. I look at most things and just shake my head. I internalize my observations because there is no point in intervening in someone else's nonsense. That's not my job. People are here living out whatever dream their ego says is important. My observations are not superior mind you, they are just a little more tolerant and a little more understanding.
My friend Pat turns 70 this week. He checked out of the rat race years ago. In fact, I don't even know what he did for a living come to think of it. But we agree on a lot of things and we laugh at the same mindless insanity. Happy Birthday Pat.
Do you have to make sense of this life? No. I have not read that in the living manual anywhere. I do think you just have to trust the process and let it deliver you. I shall leave you with a few quotes from Richard Bach.
“There was part of me listening that didn't think what I said was fiction. I was making up a true story.”
― Richard Bach,
“But one creature said at last, "I am tired of clinging. Though I cannot see it with my eyes, I trust that the current knows where it is going. I shall let go, and let it take me where it will. Clinging, I shall die of boredom.”
― Richard Bach,
“Remember where you came from, where you’re going, and why you created the mess you got yourself into in the first place. You're going to die a horrible death, remember. It's all good training, and you'll enjoy it more if you keep the facts in mind. Take your dying with some seriousness, however. Laughing on the way to your execution is not generally understood by less-advanced life-forms, and they'll call you crazy.”
― Richard Bach,