I live in a world that is fully programmed. I don’t think I will ever find out who the programmer is and I don’t really care.
Every day I see 11:11 on the phone display. What are the chances that I look at the clock exactly at 11:11? Why 11:11?
I have an illusion that I am in charge of my actions but it’s just an illusion.
My thoughts are not my own. Talking about thoughts, they are just random words barely making any sense.
If you never sat down and meditated you might not know what I am about. Try it. Sit comfortably with your back straight, and follow your breath, don’t control it just observe it. After a while gently redirect your attention to your thoughts. Don’t get involved with them, just observe them. They are nothing but a cacophony of words.
Meaning or lack of it
Back to my everyday actions. They are an illusion of a free will. Any performed action is a continuation of a previous action or reaction to it.
And that’s how I roll through life — pretending that I am in charge of it.
I’ve come to like the idea of meaninglessness of anything, I am learning to accept life for what it really is.
It’s a labyrinth of many roads to nowhere, at what point do I stop pretending that anything I do is relevant to anything? I am a trapped rat in a never-ending race.
Ok, I am going a bit too negative here, it’s not that bad. I started to realise that there is no meaning to anything, I can sit and observe the circus of “free will” from outside. I participate, I get involved, I forget but when I remember the absurdity of everything, I smile. It reminds me of the scene in “Matrix” where Neo is travelling in a car and sees the place he used to dine, realising that it doesn’t really exist.
Compassion
As soon as humanity will realise the meaninglessness of everything, they will create meaning for themselves. Until then, those who realised it should hold compassion in the hearts for those who are still asleep.
“If there is no blind hope, there is also no disappointment. If one knows that everything is impermanent, one does not grasp, and if one does not grasp, one will not think in terms of having or lacking, and therefore one lives fully.” ― Dzongsar Jamyang Khyentse,
I enjoyed this cacophony very much, thank you.