An evening spent with scripture recently stirred something deep within me. The text spoke of our earthly existence as merely a dream, an illusion for our soul, not its true reality. The interaction described was between the soul and the divine after death, with the divine declaring, "That was just your illusion, not reality." For a brief moment, those words offered immense comfort, a gentle easing of the ever-present weight of life.
But, as it often does, my mind quickly spun back into the familiar whirlwind of my daily reality. Is this truly an illusion? Or is the meeting with the divine something that awaits us only after death?
Perhaps psychology or philosophy could offer some profound insights, but I'm just a flawed human, grappling to comprehend the vastness of this creation, its intricate balance, and its mysterious trajectory. Yet, in that same moment of reflection, Osho's words resurfaced: "All these scriptures teach us what happens post-death, but not what we should do for a fulfilled life." He has a point. Where is fulfillment? It feels like our human minds are constantly busy manufacturing new desires, and perhaps that's the primary culprit in our inability to feel truly content.
Maybe you're one of the fortunate ones who sees a different picture, whose path is clearer. But I find myself caught in a relentless cycle of one storm after another, desperately trying to discern if it's finally passed or if it's just gathering strength to strike again. I've spent so long striving for happiness by any means necessary, only to realize, much later, that it's simply not going to happen that way.
I honestly wish I could just end this never-ending "bad dream" of mine. When I have a nightmare at night, I can jolt myself awake. Why doesn't that happen in life?
Just yesterday, some senior citizens in my community shared a lovely message about finding happiness in your 60s, and I instinctively forwarded it to my family. My brother's immediate response perfectly captured the irony: "Tell me how to be happy now! I'll worry about my 60s later." My cousins and I shared a good laugh over that. Then, today, one of them sent a list of tests for early cancer detection in your 40s. All I could think was, "Who wants a long life? If you do, go for it. I, for one, don't wish to prolong this." Life, after all, will inevitably end, whether by illness or accident. So, why fear it? Of course, I have no control over life or death. But if I'm meant to survive for a long time, please, just wake me up from this bad dream.
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