28 Mar Starting discovering myself
During the years of my life I have been schooled by our society in many things. Mostly, I learned and never questioned. Surely my teachers, who purported to love me, would not lead me down false paths into dead ends, away from myself into loneliness and despair.
A few years ago, I became suspicious. I began to believe in my own senses, to trust my own mind. It soon became painfully obvious that much of what I had been taught had served as the greatest deterrent to joy and finding myself and had led me rather into my greatest fears, disappointments, confusions and pain.
For example, my society had taught me that man’s worth was to be measured by the things he possessed. If he owned a “big” car, a “lavish” home and an “impressive” bank balance, he must be an important and worthy man, and was to be emulated. I was never told that man “possesses” nothing, only himself. I began to wonder: If man is his “things”, what happens to him when he loses them or they are taken away from him?
I was also taught that life had no meaning unless it was goal-oriented and that my life, to be meaningful, had to be spent in creating goals, making decisions about those goals and charging toward them, through mud and muck if necessary, to achieve them.
Time and experience revealed to me that life was a trip, not a goal. That often one became so fixed on the end that he totally missed life along the way, and found, only too late, that when he had scaled the mountain there was only another mountain, and another, and another. What a pity that he had never stopped long enough to breathe the new, clean , fresh air and admire the spectacular view. I had to question:
If life is a continual trip, does it matter if one ever “gets” anywhere?
The Way of the Bull