Making sense of nothing

I don’t recall having any worries when I was five.
No worries about losing my home,
No worries about going hungry,
No worries about being loved,
No worries about the worthiness of my existence.

So much for the ‘American Dream’. Fifty years later in an uncertain economy these thoughts have crossed my mind. Where do these thoughts come from? I’ve pondered on that… could I be like a dream catcher observing the passing thoughts of others?

For if that is the case, these thoughts dare to threaten my daily existence.

Here in America our society is built on a kind of restlessness and search for more, more, more.

Yet, stability says, “Stop. Look. Listen. Salvation is at hand. Find happiness here or find it nowhere.”

Yes, happiness, contentment and joy are possible.

Stability means that we can find happiness right where we are.

What sense have I made of this? First of all, as painful as it may be it all starts with forgiveness and not laying blame. (mostly to myself)

For me, I had to step out of the fantasy I had created and awaken to the reality of my situation. Struggling for my daily existence while maintaining a positive outlook has been my way since I left my parents home.

My mom always said, don’t share your problems with others because no one is interested. Despite the wisdom, I have found that many people then assume that I don’t have problems. These problems… I have convinced myself to be self created. In this twisted way I stay sane and tell myself that I have attracted these challenges so that I can learn some unknown lesson and satisfy my Karma.

When I let go and see myself as a grain of sand on a beach, I experience freedom.

I thought that I was ‘somebody’, that I was making a difference in the world. Now, I see that I am nothing and that my deeds go on into the collective nothingness.

More than any other time in history, mankind faces a crossroads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The other, to total extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly.
Woody Allen, 1935-

Daisy Says: Release yourself to the collective nothingness.

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