Who are we … really?
There seems to be so many roles to play, and so many people demanding our attention. And yet, how can this matter if everything is an illusion?
Have we created all this busyness just to satisfy our own need to be important? And if we did not need to feel special and important then perhaps all our busyness would disappear.
We are all trapped within the walls of our own insecurity. And yet – We are all rather amusing aren’t we? We find each other’s dramas fascinating. We love to tell others of the gossip we heard about someone else’s life.
I wonder what happens when we stop finding other people’s lives amusing. What would happen if we put all our attention into our own moods, behaviors and decisions? Perhaps we would have more energy for the things we really want. If we were not so amused with the everyday dramas playing out, maybe we could see beyond them into our greatness…I always wonder why, we as humans settle for such mundane lives when we are capable of so much more?
I guess it is because we just don’t know what else there is. So few people see into the metaphysics of life to find the inspiration to shift to a different level of living…
So we amuse ourselves with the everyday dramas.