Sympathy shines the only light in the dark impassable tunnels constructed between all of us… Sympathy provides not a rescue but a much needed comfort.
In this life, it's often easy to be bitter, angry, hateful, and vengeful. It's as easy as eating a delicious cupcake when on a diet, a no-cupcake diet. It's as easy as a drug relapse is for an addict. It's easy like stealing, lying, and cheating. It’s easy like an athlete using steroids or a dishonest spouse having an affair. But the ease and comfort is at best a prison, if not worse: a walking death.
In the freedom that is self-discipline, we become ourselves, but it is in that becoming of one’s self that we become at all, that we be at all, that we exist at all.
When you are a puppet simply being pulled by the strings of anger, hate, or greed, or the whims of anything or anybody that is not really you, then you are not you, and in a way you are not at all, meaning you lack being and existence itself. What is the opposite of self-actualization if not a walking death of at least borderline nonexistence?
We can say that in such a moment you are like a puppet or a zombie or a shell of your true self. But that doesn’t fully reflect the fact that the zombie version of you is not you; the puppet version of you is not you; the shell of you is not you. So when the zombie is there, you are not. You are not there. You are not you. You are not anything.
This is why when someone is lost in a fit of rage, or down the slippery hole of addiction, we often say things like, "He is not himself right now."
Hamlet asked “to be or not to be,” but the human body needn’t die for the soul to be cast away.
And neither the devil nor our souls need to be literal for us to sell our soul to the devil for the ease and comfort of hell, the prison that is the comfort zone.
Non-existence has an unfortunate allure for many.
Many would choose to be lost to us--and lost to this world--in anger, fear, hate, and addiction.
The freedom that is self-discipline is treated and seen as a burden to many. The burden of existence, some might call it.
Many would choose to go to sleep and leave behind an angry hateful puppet or an addicted zombie or a cowardly shell of a person in their image.
It is here that you might think I would strongly encourage you to free yourself and be brave and loving instead of cowardly and hateful. It is here that you might expect me to wag my judgemental finger at those who seem to lack self-discipline--self-discipline being a term I use interchangeably with spiritual freedom. It’s here that you might expect me to say it’s immoral and evil to cave to anger, or to obediently obey fear, or to eat a cupcake when on a diet. But I don’t believe in such things. I don’t believe that morality or justice or evil exist, if they even can be construed as meaningful concepts rather than merely as excuses to hatefully judge others with self-righteous superiority. I seek to never ever look at another human being and say--even to myself in my own head--I am morally better than you; you are evil; you are bad; you deserve suffering.
Hell isn’t something anyone deserves. It’s simply something many people choose for themselves.
To the best of my human abilities, I seek to choose to be loving and never hateful, to be unconditionally forgiving and never resentful, to be brave and never cowardly, and to not eat cupcakes when I am on a no-cupcake diet. To be clear, I don’t seek to never feel fear or anger, but rather to choose bravery and love. We mustn’t mix up feelings with choices. For instance, bravery isn’t a state of fearlessness but rather of the transcendence of fear, of remaining self-disciplined and free in the face of fear, to not act like a puppet to fear, to not act as a slave to fear, to not blindly make choices based on what fear tells you do. We choose our choices not our feelings. I choose to be brave in the face of fear, and loving in the face of anger or pain.
I don’t seek to never feel anger, pain, or fear, but rather I seek to choose to not blindly obey it, to never cowardly or hatefully cave to it. Feeling fear or anger is not a choice, but our choices emerge in the cowardly obeying of fear versus choosing bravery. Choices emerge in the hateful indulgence in the dictates of our lying anger--or our greedy excessive hunger for that matter, be it a literal hunger to severely overeat literal food or the more figurative hunger that is greed. Needless to say, I seek not to stop my mouth from watering at the sight of a delicious cupcake; I seek not to prevent myself from feeling the feeling of hunger. It is only the choice to eat the cupcake or to not eat the cupcake that I seek to control. It is only my choices that I seek to control. It is in that narrow pocket where I find my omnipotence and by extension our respective omnipotence. I am always 100% in control of my choices, and that is all I directly control. It is there in that sweet narrow pocket of incredible seemingly mystical power that I seek to choose love, bravery, unconditional forgiveness, and the freedom that is self-discipline.
Friends, I don’t care who you are or what you’ve done, I still love you. I don’t care what you look like or where you’re from, I still love you. To say I love you simply because you are a human being is partly true but an understatement because even if you slowly morphed into a bunny rabbit or a puppy dog or a hungry lion, I would still love you. If we find ourselves as inhuman creatures on a planet other than Earth in an eon other than this one, I will still love you. This love is completely unconditional, and to me that is freedom. That is my answer to Hamlet’s question: I choose to be me, my true self; I choose to be free; I choose to be.
"The mind is a wonderful servant but a terrible master."
I believe spiritual freedom (a.k.a. self-discipline) manifests as bravery, confidence, grace, honesty, love, and inner peace.
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