a poet recently asked a group of students what the meaning of life, what motivated us to get up every morning. The question arose after he discussed whether we thought that life was absurd. To answer had to first define what life was like for me. Yes, life can be absurd, not because it is in their own capacity, it is because I choose to see it well. It is the only way to justify what I live.
However, I can not attribute human qualities to life because it is not. It is absurd to make sense of something that does not. There is an entity that is cruel pranks with me or play me to see how I react. I see life as an interactive hologram with many chips that move because of some intentions. Some say that it is absolutely absurd. No, it is because life is the projection of our inner world magnified hundreds of times for us is obvious, and yet that still does not see it. If nothing makes sense to me, then I do not make sense because the intentions of those chips move from inside us, our thoughts and emotions, which are nothing else than the manifestation of a set of energy filtered by our egos out of balance.
Returning to the question asked the group about our motivation to get out of bed, most of the group said it was the work and family obligations, even those who are unemployed. What I heard was external situations and I questioned that should not be the primary motivation, but otherwise it should be the recipients outside of our control. They talked to and not be .
Then I wondered from where should I look for the meaning of my life. It can not be from the ego because I lose. Follow is to go back to a maze with high walls that I can see more than three steps. Its walls can be filled with beautiful words promising way out, but if I play, I stain the fingers because they dry out, are empty. They know and dressed in golden letters for me to see. But a puff of breath can take off my clothes and leave them as they are, dust. Where do I find the strength to get out of there and make sense of my life? I'll find my reason for living inside me, from my humanity. Find a purpose was a waste of time and we know that there is only an illusion. Living in a hyper-real spirituality is not because I have the responsibility of my stuff and I'm not one spirit, I am a human being.
So what I can do today for my humanity? I must be quiet to find serenity. hear in the silence, the serenity I . My humanity tell me what I need to remember how to be a better human being. I remember how beautiful it is in me and tell me what I should improve. I know I first before looking for another to tell me who thinks I am. Only I can do it in private. It's the talk of a lover to his beloved, because when I love my best wishes for that person, therefore I wish that for me. If you do not know what I want or do not understand what happens, I hope that I will be guided. I will be patient with myself. I'll be a better human being because I know and can offer the world knowing that the Light that grows on my behalf to my brothers and I will not have to give power to others to give value or meaning to my life.
I do not want to survive, I live and wake up every morning knowing that today I am a human being who loves a child's heart, in total innocence and confidence of knowing that I'm better today than yesterday because I know.
"Do not go away, come back to yourself. In the inner man dwells the truth. "
"If you meet someone, do not ask what he thinks, but what he loves."
San Augustine
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