There’s
this reality featured in humans that forces us forward into searching out
pleasures. Some may contend that pleasure is a universal core desire: to
measure one’s life according to the measure of one’s joy. We perish softly through
this venue; to assume that the meaning of life is determined by the
measurements of one’s joy. I have not the answers; to quickly put forth
evasiveness; but not to avoid putting forth a pattern of thoughts that register
with existential souls; that is, souls that study both the human condition, and
the meaning of life. We suffer this thing founded in a subtle presence; where
for some, it is quite emphatic. It measures as follows: We most often awaken in
a state of betweenness; that is, we are not here, but we are not so removed
from the moment that we are elsewhere. The question becomes the following: How
do we go about grounding ourselves in a space that is most pleasing to us? This
space must prove beneficial to both self and others; else we run the risk of
deteriorating prematurely. We find that sadness is upon us, especially when
idle; otherwise, we could not lay down the claim that all of us suffer from
some type of emptiness. To live it is to recognize the magnitude of that that
is being stated. We wrestle with a state of feeling other than ourselves; where
for most, we must tussle daily to get into a space where the most pleasure is
generated; otherwise, we fall into a sort of stupor, where we are subject to
look towards a substance of some nature to activate this part of us that is
found resting at the time. The question becomes apparent: How are we to summons
our greater selves solely from within; moreover, if there are multiple paths to
accomplishing this feat, How do we determine one particular path that proves
successful for humanity as a whole? I ask, a bit partial to several rituals
that I have come across throughout the years; where in one instance, one simply begins a dialogue with the self, which pours into multiple spheres. In another
instance, one chants between six to thirteen syllables in a type of cadence,
until the syllables are sparked within, where they are repeated internally. We
find that we need such tools; otherwise, we are found depending on something
from without, to activate this internal operation. With this path comes a sense
of shame; which leads to self-effacement; which possesses the potential of
harming the self; nevertheless, ideally, we awaken in a state of clear. This is
rare; but it often occurs.
