Honest reflection and conscious choice

Posted May 31st, 2008 and filed in Human Mind, Life

I’d rather be bored than overwhelmed in life, so I can make a choice and do what I choose to do. Most people overfill their lives. Escaping freedom is their unconscious choice. We need to be alone, for honest reflection and conscious choice, and continuous new beginnings. Every day the self should be recreated and redefined, so we don’t carry errors committed, goals achieved, or attitudes hardened, in our luggage. There should be no set image. We cannot afford to be limited. The world does not like fluid minds, but we must keep one. The inner child shall not die, the possibilities must be kept open, so that life is ever fresh. Keep your defiance, to either condemnation or glory. Do not conform, at least, not in your heart.

Child

Posted October 10th, 2007 and filed in Education, Human Mind, Life

A child is always curious and open-minded. He never tries to fit either himself or the external world into a set frame of reference. He adapts without making a fuss. He never assumes he has known enough, or has known better than what things really are.

A child is soft, relaxed, fluid. He completely trusts himself to be taken care of by this universe. He is vulnerable, so he does not stress himself out trying to protect himself from adversities. What happens, happens. Meanwhile, when he is alive, he is busy learning and enjoying life. There is no perceived limit, no planned goal, only endless joy. He is happy without having much. At the same time, he sets no limit to his perceived capability, his ongoing growth, and his wild dreams.

Adults have lost such an ability. We think we have learned enough, because we have spent the entire first half of our life learning about facts and rules and boundaries, and settled our mind and life based on and within them. When things go beyond our expected way, we adults, who have long stopped learning, become really confused and make a bigger fuss than necessary inside the self. Our minds and attitudes are too hardened. We panic when we cannot find an image to attach ourselves to. Every time we wake up from sleep, we figure out who we are first, then go on to go about life. We try to be something, something we can tell people and ourselves we are. We cannot not have a status, an identity. And we need various identities to define and confine ourselves from all sides and in all directions: I’m a professional, I’m a Christian, I’m a father of three, etc. Within such a framework we thought we were safe and solid, like a diamond. In fact, we are hard but vulnerable, easily broken, like a diamond.

A child is like a drop of water. A child endures failure and sickness and hardship without much ado, not holding back tears either. When all is passed, all is forgotten, and he faces life once again with no baggage or hindrance, still enthusiastic and intact. He merges into things he encounters, without restrictions or stereotypes, and comes out still purely himself, even more so with new self discovery.

The human beings who have reached real maturity are like children again. They have been able to acquire knowledge but have overcome its hindrance. They are eager to learn and are never held back by their social status. They may be the experts in their fields. When they speak, they speak with natural authority and people listen in awe. However, they are also the most curious. And they are happy, which is an indicator of ultimate wisdom.

Self-awareness

Posted September 10th, 2007 and filed in Human Condition, Human Mind, Life

It is amazing how we must come back to learn about one’s self, and how this self remains the biggest mystery to us. This living organism, being molded and denied and conditioned since birth, evolves to an adult body, containing a very confused self-awareness often called soul, constantly changing on cellular and atomic levels, growing, then deteriorating to its demise. In the middle of the process, we ask: what is it? (Or: What am I?) As far as we are concerned, we are the only biological organism asking this question. Not even all of us. There is a threshold of humanity above which you must develop to be able to ask this question. Many human forms did not even achieve that. For those who barely crossed this threshold, this question only vaguely appears in their bad dreams. To be able to come to this self-consciousness and ask this question clearly is what it is to be human.

In solitude one lives with oneself. And one had better take a good look at it. The awareness of the body. Then the awareness of the mind. How does everything work? We don’t know. When something stops working, we don’t know why either.

In the past I have been busy absorbing external knowledge to overcome external forces. I do not know what exists in me. I use one doctrine to battle another, until I have exhausted my armory and my mind. I don’t know what intrinsic force or power I have.

Our conscious mind

Posted July 15th, 2007 and filed in Human Mind, Life

It is the hardest lesson of life for people like us, to acknowledge that our conscious mind is very limited, and very flawed. Sometimes it is this mind that created all the problems for us; therefore we can not use the same mind to solve them. When you look at life, completely rational thinking (or straight thinking, as Dr. Andrew Weil calls it) inevitably leads to despair.

Tagore said:

In your world, I sit in the corner.

Whenever a wind blows, my candles are put out.

Busy lighting them up again, I forget everything else.

 

This time, I’ll learn to be smarter. I’ll unfold my blanket and wait in darkness.

 

Whenever you please, my lord, come sit down with me.

I guess this is the ultimate wisdom we gain only through ultimate despair, when you have to trust the force that may save you or kill you. Be carried away. You may land safely, or you may disperse in the vast space and never exist as “you” again.

This is harder: to replace the pride and conceit of the human mind and will with respect and acknowledgement for complexity, limitation, uncertainty, and irreconcibility.