Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Arguing with reality

There I go again -arguing with reality. Why does it feel like I’m living someone else’s life? Why does it feel like I’m seeing myself living my life on a tv screen? And I don’t even particularly like this movie I’m watching. Reminds me of the Game of Thrones episode last night – the endless battles, the killing, the tension, the heartbreak, I was watching it; yet I didn’t want to.  What is with this life that makes you want to watch a movie that you don’t like but you watch it because you keep hoping for a better ending? Why can’t we just write a freaking new movie? What is stopping us? Is it fear? Fear of what? Fear of rocking the boat – destroying your version of reality even though it tastes bad?
I guess it must be that. Then there is the righteous fool inside of me that wants to make everything ‘right’ in a world full of ‘wrong’. The fool in me that wants to see that the wrong is in my perception and that life is as it is. Why does this fool sound so true that I want to believe it? Even worse, why do I know that it is true? I guess the problem is I’m at war with myself. The little me and the truer me. The little me had this idea of what life should turn out to be. Then it didn’t and the little me got really depressed and really angry. But the true me knows that however life turned out was just fine. In fact, it’s even rather pleasant and gives us (both of me) great joy sometimes but for the little me it is just not enough. Nothing is ever enough and no one is ever enough. Basically this means for the little me, I am never enough. Yup. That’s it. There it is - The Truth. How liberating it feels to see it exposed like that.
See how messed up this mind is?

My heart just laughs – I feel it just laughing away and I know my mind has run away from my heart where it belongs. Thank god for these feelings – the feelings that are more than just the ‘story’ of my mind. These feelings I know are my truth and they bring me back to my heart where I find ‘wholeness’.  Here in my heart, my divided self finds peace and my ‘perceived reality’ is just fine with all its heart aches and bitter tastes. Here in my heart I feel love – space – silence - that is all encompassing.  For this moment, I am sane.  I am love.