I watched “Definitely, Maybe” tonight. I also watched it last night. I really liked it. I’m not sure why. Maybe it gives me a sense of hope. That perhaps there are always more chances no matter how many wrong turns have been made. It also had some nice music.
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking recently. Well, I’m always doing a lot of thinking, so that’s just redundant to say it, isn’t it? I just actually wrote some comments here but maybe I will expand on some of those a bit..
One might say one of the very fundamental questions that bring people to spiritual searching is – what causes suffering? I was struck with that same question myself today. From several perspectives. One is, why do I suffer, despite having many resources and many blessings? But who knows, maybe I was just unlucky and born with poor brain chemistry. But then, I noticed many other people seem to walk through life unhappy. And these are people living in the richest country in the world. Why, despite seemingly having reasons to be happy, do people still suffer through life? Not – why do they experience hardship, but why do people suffer even when there is a relative lack of hardship?
One source of “suffering” seems to be the friction of human interaction. Is that simply unavoidable? Will there always be that friction, that annoyance, conflict, disagreement, anger, etc in human relationships? I’ve noticed some of my relationships don’t really seem to have that friction. Is that because I only hang out with them when I am “at my best?” Is it because I make the effort whenever I am with those friends? Is it just that those particular friendships are 1 in a thousand?
This actually reminds me of a book I read recently, called “blink.” One section of it reported that research seemed to point to the being able to “thin slice” relationships – in terms of researches being able to identify specific emotions during a brief interaction, and from those few moments extract a very accurate gauge of the long term health/success rate of the relationship. That would seem to point to every relationship having a certain set tone which isn’t easily changed. If I have always argued with my dad – even when we didn’t want to, that likely will always be a part of our relationship. If I have always looked down on a particular coworker, that is also likely to stick.
And I’m still not sure how much we can change. Actually, perhaps I should ask myself, why am I so intent on changing? Well, it’s always good to strive to learn and be a better person. But what creates that sense that if I do not become better, then I am in danger? Fear that if I do not learn and adapt, the environment and life will crush me?
Sometimes when I write like this and think about how deep my fears and neuroses are, I wonder how I’ve made it so far without having multiple breakdowns. Or maybe I do have them but I just keep going. Actually that’s probably the case. It’s probably bad when I can see them coming. Like when I think to myself – hmm, if I don’t change course, I’ll have to quit my job again, so let’s try to figure something out here. Or – I’m starting to spend all weekend hiding out at home again, let’s re-evaluate if this is where I really want to be. And when thinking about these things just makes me laugh, because I guess it’s easier to laugh about it than to think how sad it is.
Ok, but this reminds me of some other thoughts I’ve been having recently. It’s getting late, maybe there’s not enough time to write them all. But, when I started working, I would try to do what was best for the company. And some coworkers used to tell me “Gilbert, you have to think about yourself more.” I’d be like “huh???” I need to think about myself more? Aren’t we supposed to not be selfish? But years later, I finally see their wisdom. The majority of people in life are watching out for themselves. Some with an “enlightened self interest” thankfully. But if I do not watch out for myself, no one else will really. If I were to (theoretically) spend my life taking care of others, no one would take care of me, and I’d eventually break down like a car that isn’t maintained. Even if I want to care for others, I must still watch out for myself and take care of myself, because no one else is going to. There’s no general rule of reciprocation. Which is maybe where I had gone wrong in the past. I assumed that if I was kind and generous, the universe would somehow balance that back with sending me kindness and generosity as well. I guess that’s a very Karmic view of life. Which I suppose, could still be “true.” Maybe I need to pay off some debts from another life.
Yet really, I can’t complain about the actual circumstances of my life. I have received many blessings. Perhaps it’s just in my head and in my heart where I do not feel the kindness and benevolence of the world being returned.
And yet, it does not matter. In the end, no matter what, I can not shake the idea that I am put on this earth to love and help my fellow man. Even if there is no reward of kindness in return, even if I continue to experience depressions or emotional malaise, I must love and give. Just as a car is created to be driven, a pan to fry, a lightbulb to illuminate, so I believe my purpose is to help my fellow man. I have no reasoning for that, in fact it seems pretty illogical (if everyone’s purpose is to help each other, then why create anyone at all?), but it’s still there, and seemingly unshakeable.
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