I start at a cross-roads, stepping forward on a journey to
find my life. Suspecting at this point
that I will not only not find my life, but find that there is no me. I am afraid to step forward away from the
routine and the comfort that the processes and habits in my life provide. I go to work.
I tell myself that what I do makes a difference, that I am a hero
affecting change. But that’s not the
truth.
The trouble is that I once felt that I had some grasp at the
“truth”, when I was young and unattached to anything. So today I started my meditation, forcing
myself to step, although not necessarily forward. How can you step forward when you don’t even
know what direction you face? Simply
step.
My meditating mind today was drawn always back into the ease
of distraction. The illusion of meaning
in my life comes from my job and my relationships, and my creativity. But all of that is just an easier focus, than
being pointedly focused on my breath and the moment, and the realness of what
that brings.
My body seems used to panic.
While I claim that the stress and chaos and challenges in my life are
unwanted, I am conditioned to reach for that familiarity. It’s warm and distracting. Like a dog who drops his toy momentarily to
look at a bunny in motion, and then forgets that it ever had or wanted the toy,
so does my mind behave. Perhaps if a
quick moment of panic over a day’s imperfection can distract the mind, it will
forget that it wanted the release that comes from the hard work of staying in
the moment. Yes, my devious mind is
indeed my worst enemy.
I’m left wondering what, in the current state in my mind,
does not want to be discovered. What
truth is to be found that leads my puppy dog mind to distract, ever so briefly,
the course that I travel while meditating?
Will I eventually see that discovery revealed? If so, where will that leave me? Will I understand where I am and what
direction I am going in? Time will tell, and with any luck my postings will become clearer, happier and more interesting.
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