| Perspective of life/soul
Posted: 4/9/2009 12:23:04 PM | The Good Life:
When you analyze yourselves do you find conflicting motives? We have moments of shivering selfishness, when we think only of our personal gain. And we have moments of exaltation when we feel the thrill of the prodigious and hear the call to high action. This seems to be true no matter race, age, gender, ect., This is all put in proportion.
As for myself I often wonder if I follow this observation, I find (or seem to find) among the apparent chaos and tragedy, evidence of law and plan and vast achievement of the human spirit in spite of disasters. I am convinced that the world is not a measly swamp in which men and women crush themselves in the marsh and die. Something glorious is taking place here in the middle of the cruelties and tragedies, and the supreme challenge to intelligence is that of making the noblest and best in our curious legacy prevail. If there was no grand design in the beginning of the universe, fragments of one are evident and mankind can complete the picture. That seems to me to be the most engaging possibility of the drama, and faith in its possibilities which keeps me working at it even in the worst hours of disappointment. The good life -- an end in itself to be loved and enjoyed; and intelligent labor directed to the task of making the good life prevail. There is the little philosophy, the circle of thought, within which I keep my little mind turning...
The Meaning of Life:
For most people the purpose and meaning of life is intangible. Life is a never ending cycle of shit we must do to keep from dying, we eat, sleep, drink, work, ect… Just hollow robots with predictable engagements and routines. Many people have nothing more to live for than theses things. And in dispute they conclude “vanity of vanities; all is vanity” Is that really all we boil down to? Just walking aimlessly with no true purpose? Ghastly homo-sapiens that have evolved into noting after more that 200,000 years one would think that maybe we would know what a soul is. There must be more to you, to me, to everyone then a rhythmtic vacant society with no real grasp on life in its splendor.
Im sitting at work contemplating on what lifes reason is, please forgive me if my thoughts seem scattered and I confuse you for I am confused a bit myself. I can not answer the question that every philopher and human cant answer. What is a soul? How ever I know that love, pain, happiness, sorrow, all of these emotions within us are not meaningless! If we didn’t cry would smiling mean as much, If we didn’t hate could we love? Or even better what is the significance of those words, to feel those emotions how do you describe them in words. I think we are meant to have a purpose more than just living to continue existence. To thrive for a passion and fall down just to do it all over again. I will not think that man-kind is merely a shell or robot, but yet a beautiful conception of something magnificent that we fail to see. My body is just that, my face is only a face no matter how unsightly or attractive, doesn’t really matter. What I feel when I dance, laugh, love, cry, ect, should be what drives me, what drives every one. And those people that are capable of feelings hide them. Paradoxically, we fail to disclose ourselves to other people because we want so much to be loved. Because we feel that way we present ourselves as someone we think can be loved and accepted, and we conceal whatever would mar that image. Another reason we hide is to protect ourselves from change. Still another reason we don't disclose ourselves is that we were never taught how. Personal ambitions and economic pressures also give us powerful reasons for concealing what we really are. . . All of us hide behind the iron curtain of our public selves. Men hide what prevents them from seeming strong and masculine. Disclosure is so important because without it we really cannot know ourselves. Or to put it another way, we learn to deceive ourselves while we are trying to deceive others. For example, if I never express my sorrow, my love, my joy, I'll smother those feelings in myself until I almost forget they were once part of me. And when I die I don’t want my face or body, my vanity to be remembered. I want my SOUL to speak volumes!!!!! I will laugh as often as I can, fall in love and think of no other, cry when I am hurt and let myself feel the pain, be guided by my passions and merely just experience everything. .
Difficult times have helped me to understand better than before, how infinitely rich and stunning life is in every way. So many things that one goes on worrying about and the automatic actions that we must do to survive are of no magnitude what so ever. So for those of you who are superficial and care only what they see in front of them and live only to work, eat and take advantage of people for your own self gain I feel sorry for you. I hope that your vial comes off and you discover the radiance within your soul and embrace it as I have. Best of luck! | |
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