To those who are nearly as lonely as I
Believe that the world just might care if you die
That is if you choose NOT to give death a try
Been there… Doing that!
Disclamer: This is NOT a cry from someone about to commit his final crime! Indeed, there are at least a few more to come. Nor is it in any way (necessarily) a public service announcement to those who are in pain. It is merely therapeutic for me to express mine in this way… and perhaps it may be a pearl of entertainment – a collateral kiss to the less encumbered… but, then for me if for no one else. The Process in life’s journey is exquisite.
It has been said quite often, especially lately, that life is supposed to be fun. That seems like such a simple declaration in the midst of the doldrums of daily business. It throws me for a loop often enough! But it also reminds me that the statement is absolutely true. I used to believe it. I used to know it in the depths of my soul. I used to feel it and quite often shout it out to the world much in the same way that now shatters my ears when I hear it from others a time plinth my junior. Why do I not rejoice in that feeling when I see it reflected from others instead of causing the feeling to morph into jealousy, ill-reflection and self-isolation?
Life is supposed to be fun… period. (Exclamation point… or whatever) Children know that! More so than our political, and economic leaders, children also seem to know that simply being happy is the answer to all ills social, physical, spiritual and otherwise. A healthy child on a fair day is an authority on the subject of joy. Well, there are others; the world is actually replete…. As a child, I was once told by an adult in a uniform that we should all be as children (funny… I was also wearing a uniform at the time). Perhaps that early advice has stuck with me for much too long (not so much the uniform). Nevertheless, I remember things about life, a few things out of the grand mix, which have thrilled me and have made it all worthwhile.
So how does someone just “be happy,” especially if there’s no apparent reason to… (hypothetically)? Somewhere between childhood and adulthood, we seem to reason it out that being happy is directly related to thoughts we are thinking at any given moment. We come to figure out that thinking good thoughts produces good feelings and vice versa. But as the world and myriad of its individuals has uncovered such treasures, a means to manage and disseminate the wealth organizationally so that all may benefit seems yet to come about. We each have a cluster in the mix – a few life experiences out of all that are available which we may consider favorite. An example of but a handful of various life experiences one individual may live:
Princess with paintings of splotches and squiggles
Lipstick and perfume and innocent giggles
Pink pillows, whispers and faces aglow
These are a few of the things that I know.
Back office powder room social scoop chatter
One might suspect that there’s something the matter…
Tenderly caring and loving at will
Take thou my mind; teach it how to lie still.
When the hog farts
When the dick prods
When I feel undone,
I simply remember that heaven above
And woman on earth
Silly stuff! (But with all due respect to Sister Maria’s version) …Too much of an alien crevasse for the man most manly to enter, but perhaps no more so than any person’s belief in say, the Virgin Birth, or in Liberty and Justice for All, as examples. Any “belief” is simply a software subroutine for the brain to facilitate its smooth operation. It is an Operating System, a code of conduct, a subconscious pattern for human behavior – not at all a big enough deal to knit pick. Sure, I’ll believe that Oscar has a heap of apples (perhaps among other things) as long as it gets me through trig class! The point is that facing one’s heartfelt passion without fear for a long enough moment will generally put me ‘there…’ in that place where no one or nothing can touch me. Each soul has its own mix (or a favorite bunch of mixes) of ‘favorite things’ to keep it enduring through life, and as happiness is realized from moment to moment, the enduring of life effortlessly approaches rapture.
There is nothing “serious” going on here… ever! Thank God! Children seem to know this as well. They really are the teachers of humanity as we are their guardians. They remind us of what it was like to live free of the rigor of being, and of what ‘being’ means in the long run, modulated by our own perceptions, of course, and by our wisdom of experience. They show us how, where and when life experience has taken its toll in our learning, and by doing so, they offer course correction. A child’s mind knows nothing of life that is serious. The fear of falling and the fear of loud noises are all that nature provides an infant as clues to the concept of survival. Its wellbeing is assured by the community who bore it. Make me laugh, and I’ll do the same for you. You don’t even have to ask. I even share the depths of my clownish soul with the world. That’s how much it means for humanity to evolve spiritually.
Comparisons are perhaps useful to the extent that they show us that there are lives of severe challenge with respect to one’s own life, but also that there are lives one would die for (as it were), as well as a range of conditions in-between. Is the pain of one who endures physical anguish any different in magnitude than that of one who ‘started a joke that started the whole world crying’…? In the case of the latter, the only appropriate superhero would be Nerfrod Spongeballs from where all went wrong in Thong Middle, for mercy does not exist in a world any more real. A possible belief? Surely enough! Beliefs are thoughts that we’ve kept on thinking through over and over again until their essences become engrained within the gray matter so that, to the consciousness of everyday living, no competing notion seems right or natural.
Life can be seen as an Organization where souls are hired to perform their talents and services in exchange for ‘a living.’ Living on earth can become complicated and potentially very precarious. Human Resources Management become indicative through our agreements on how society is to be governed and how its more spiritual needs are to be addressed. Indeed, within the ideal organization, all employees are business owners, each an individual organization in itself, interacting with every other member of the business from day to day. So, within the structure of managing human resources, the concept of Customer Service evolves. When the business of living runs into a snag, sometimes there’s a direct line to Customer Service, and sometimes someone else is mistaken for Customer Service. The latter can be assessed by the tone of the one-way conversation:
“You’ve reached our exclusive, quality assured, automated customer satisfaction distress line. Although this recording is so scratchy because it’s been played over and over millions of times, still, our menu options have recently changed. This means that you’ll just have to grin and bear it for the next several minutes and be annoyed into coma. And if you think pressing ‘zero’ will grant you escape… just try it!“
So, just how does a soul “be happy” in the business of life? Snatch a few clues, form a hypothesis, then jump to the conclusion that yields the best feeling yet without causing harm. Choose a thought that feels good. Keep thinking it… and thoughts like it. Keep feeling the good feelings and building on them until your belief becomes a power greater than yourself. Then confide in that power to keep changing… adjusting your life for the better.
The puzzle of life to today’s human being is perhaps as a flight to the moon would be to a Neanderthal. It is still wide open; it’s all still good!