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“Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to experienced.”Søren Kierkegaard
- ) Introduction
- ) The opposite of being
- ) Of childhood and fluidity
- ) The perpetual masquerade
- ) The dark side of the moon
- ) Methods of initiation
- ) Conclusion
Life is but a myriad of experiences. Some more intriguing than others. Yet, most of the time it feels as though there’s no way of describing it. Common practices, such as language itself, appear to be just another set of broken tools, used to carve out something, which should appear
The opposite of being
More often than not, we try to reach some certain destination. Some kind of higher ground. A place, which holds the distant promise of being more
Of childhood and fluidity
You see, during childhood we were full of vigour. We knew naught of boundaries, had no idea about all those ludicrous visions of grandeur. Had no real inclination towards getting the gold at the of the rainbow, other than for the sake of doing so. We were actually alive.
As a kid, you are de facto nothing but potential. The world is essentially your oyster. You are not afraid of coming across as sluggish, creepy, or however one might classify an adult, who does something, which is considered inappropriate during a given context. You are innocent in the truest sense. You are fundamentally untouched by everything extravagant. Everything, which has been put on a pedestal, respectively been put down, does not move you as rigidly as it would somebody, who has been shaped into behaving a certain way.
Children retain a sort of fluid status quo. Yet as they grow older, life begins to change. As their polychromatic canvas is being slowly dyed, they lose something. More and more blobs of the same color show up, whilst their once untouched outlook gets hammered into a specific array. Cultural, as well as parental and peer-related
The perpetual masquerade
From there on, the parade starts to gain momentum. For conditionality has bred mediocrity, since the individual does not exist anymore. At least not in its most pristine form – an unhindered continuum of sheer vitality. Excellency, not by means of pertaining to some faux aspiration, which has been put forth by those who dare claim to know what is fundamentally good for you. But rather by being. Feeling, experiencing, acting out what one feels within without remorse. This is what serves as the substructure for all human experience; it is in essence what it means to be human.
By staying true to one’s inner life, one is truly living. Thinking of doing something, adhering to inflexible principles that have been imposed on you, and all sorts of ominously necessary events and happenings are but one’s own misguided remains of delusions. Dead wood, which has been colored, so as to keep “being” hidden.
The more you give up, the more you stand to gain, for there is but transparent gold within. All things, which you can possess, everything you can get a hold of, par principle everything which weighs you down, in a metaphorical sense, is simply a mirage. The more you try to achieve something, the less you are yourself. For your genuine self is incomparable to shallow modus operandi, such as adherence to illusory higher goods.
With that being said, there are obviously existential pitfalls, which one has to leave behind, so as to be. Up until now, I have made it clear that life can only be lived by means of experience. This does, however, not mean that man himself is but a simple animal, only capable of
Being is akin to a continuous state of becoming. It is thus by
The dark side of the moon
Henceforth, “being” also entails to be accepting of one’s shadow. It is only by integrating the other side of one’s existential coin that one transcends the shallow water and becomes who he is. Accepting oneself also entails accepting others. For the more one starts to appreciate their inner world and does not try to contain it, the more one learns to be accepting of others. For nobody is perfect. There is no such thing as the best, or even final, version of oneself.
Unfortunately we are constantly fed with all sorts of messages pertaining to delusions disguised as lofty goals. We are made to believe that the only things that truly matter are outside of ourselves: money, titles, grades, positions. Society keeps us on a leash by trying to instil in us the fear that happiness is something, which can be attained. Happiness, such as all feelings, are nowhere to be found. They lie essentially within. It is thus by becoming that one can experience long-termed satisfaction. A genuine kind of contentment, which does not rely on short-lived hits of feel good chemicals. This innate tranquillity can only be experienced by means of being present. No common phantasmagoria will ever come close to its richness, for what is common is but deceit disguised as normal. Nothing is in reality “normal”. It becomes only normal by comparison. That is by – once again – relying on certain sets of schemes, which are deemed appropriate within a given context.
Moving further down this mental tangent, one can easily deduct that being normal is utter pathology at its best. That is, by adhering strictly to expectations placed upon oneself and by forcefully trying to fit into a certain mold for an already predetermined outcome, one is but being himself. He is but another shadow, one amongst many. It is henceforth by such means that individuality, and thus potential without comparison gets squandered. One cannot help but lament at the lost lives of those who never dared to venture into the unknown. Those who never got to realize their full potential. To
By means of steady transformation, one will learn to grapple with life in a playful manner. They will abscond from subjugating themselves to all sorts of rigid schemes and solidified presuppositions. Whilst it may be tempting to rest on the deceiving laurels of one’s fabricated sandcastle, there is nothing more exhilarating than becoming enmeshed in the flow of life. A timeless state, where the boundaries between good and evil become intertwined and one actually feels alive.
It is as Alan Watts once famously proclaimed; “life is a play”. Something to be experienced, to be felt. I surmise that by probing questions, indulging in whatever happens right now, and not trying to force anything, one starts becoming. Please do bear in mind, however, the fact that existence differs for everyone. Whilst certain occurrences may appear similar, life is but what you make of it. A dance; open to interpretation, and that is what makes it beautiful.
Methods of initiation
Keeping in mind existence’s innate unpredictability, I do presume that there are certain prerequisites to be met, so as to be. For starters, taking responsibility for one’s own actions and subsequent consequences is but a small price to pay for its grandiose rippling effect on all areas of life. By taking on responsibility, we grow. We actually start to consciously explore our environment in a manner, which allows us to perceive way more than usual. That is, by taking on responsibility for one’s own doings, one starts to move from a place of helplessness towards one of growing. Every action counts, yet we are quick to dismiss things and act nonchalantly in a way, which absolves us of everything potentially negative that might in truth be of benefit to us.
Growth happens not by staying put, and foregoing the reflection on what is happening, but rather by exploring everything, which one deems normal. There are a plethora of experiences, which we are quick to categorize, instead of thinking about why this sort of categorization happens at all. Occurrences, which may be deemed negative at first, are, in the long run most often what spurs us on to grow wings. Those unseemly, innocuous will become the norm, the more often they are repeated. That is, they turn into unsightly chimeras. Vile beasts which will eventually break free. The longer one contains their true feelings, the more forceful the outbreak. What is deeply cast away, will never really subside. It will only become stronger in the process, the longer it is denied. By not being true to one’s feelings, one is de facto feeding a beast. A creature, which can only be holed up for so long, before it starts to break free.
By not giving into the temptation of dismissing feelings, whatever their nature may be, it can be surmised that no such unwished for outbreak will occur. Since, if one does not abscond from being their true self, one has no reason to be consciously ignorant of their inner workings. That is, taking on the load of experiences, irrespective of their labelled origin will aid you in becoming who you are. The undertaking of one’s life. Being, the ultimate journey of our very existence. It is a dynamic which is all that is meaningful. It is meaning in its truest sense.
Taking on responsibility is but one way to start becoming who you are. Another highly important part of this whole process is being honest, or at least not lying. Since, as one famous Canadian psychologist has put it: “By lying you are essentially twisting the very fabric of reality” (paraphrased).
If you continuously indulge in lies and deceit, you have dug your own existential grave. In doing so, you will not be able to tell truth from sham, and you will never experience life. Existence’s very foundation – one of pristine transparency – will become clouded by lies. You are not only robbing yourself of any real relationships, you are also on the best way to becoming essentially blind. Since by going down this shaky path, you will start becoming unable to differentiate “right” from “wrong”.
Truth is thus tightly interwoven with the concept of taking responsibility. Both are imperative when it comes to building genuine relationships. Leave one out and you are doomed to fail from the get-go. Any connection whatsoever built on a shaky foundation will eventually crumble. It is henceforth of utter importance to keep in mind the fact that everything, you do, or don’t do has consequences.
It may sound gloomy and intimidating at first. The notion that all small steps leave their footprints, that is. But in realizing this, there is also
But only time can tell who you are. It is truly the ultimate, possibly the only, meaning of life: to become who you are. To be. To exist. To live.