The Prize In The Crackerjack Box
Who among us asked for our self awareness? Our creativity? Our sense of humor? Our self destructive behavior?
Of course, no one. These things are a byproduct. A bonus prize of sorts. Our sentience came about because our species was wildly successful at propagating. At following “The Prime Commandment”. The same brain power that made it possible for us to proliferate also gave us consciousness. And with it all manor of confliction and confusion and suffering.
No one promised that it would be easy. Or fun. Or without pain. And the prize sometimes turns out to be a boobie. It’s been said that ignorance is bliss. Rightly so.
It would be ideal were the fabric of our thoughts without suffering or fear. People spend their lives searching for peace of mind. They search for it in monasteries, libraries, casinos, whiskey bottles. We each search for comfort in our own chosen ways. Our “happy places”.
I spend much my time these days trying to obliterate my self awareness by trying to hide. I employ any measure at my disposal. They’re usually pretty mundane really. Zen. Peel the potatoes. Write a haiku. Wash my body. Enjoy a meal. Chardonnay.
Sex.
Just my opinion (of which I possibly have too many) Self awareness is a difficult practice…a journey with potholes. I am who/how I am from circumstances and experiences. A couple of things I would like to not be, but if I dislike it enough, I’ll work to change it. However, as long as I offer no pain to others, I just accept this is who and how I am which can be work too.
Were things easy, everyone would do Life much better than they do. Fun simply becomes fond memories. Pain is the Teacher. I’m not sure there are prizes – if there are, then I feel rather cheated at the moment. 🙂
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