WE ALL HURT, AND WE ALL DIE
And yet that’s something that we try so hard to push aside, all the while ignoring how this fact is often the wellspring our of actions.
After all, if we were to accept that it’s impossible to win a race that we will eventually loose, then why would we trample over others to gain things that can’t be kept, in order to win prizes that can only be lost? Why would we come at the world like an opponent, bartering its destruction in the vain hopes of elevating of our placement?
FEAR
Fear is what we call the realisation that the game is slipping away from us. That for all of our striving, our clawing and our fighting, the tide is ebbing, and our chances, which were once so resplendent, will slip through our fingers.
BUT OUR CHANCES OF WHAT?
It can’t be our dying, because that’s going to happen, come what may.
And it can’t be our changing, because everything changes.
We are blinded because of our desire to preserve the illusion that we are the centre of everything – that everything rotates around us: that we are the most unique, and infinitely precious sun in the all encompassing darkness.
PERSPECTIVE
When we give up on a larger perspective and our interests constrict, we welcome fear. When we jettison others, the stars retreat and the coldness grows. We become attuned to fear’s ever loving companionship, and we become anaesthetised by its compelling gravity.
MEANING
Respite from fear – fear for ourselves, fear of others – allows us to act with clarity and equanimity. It allows us to find meaning in our scattered days. It allows us to accept this race for what it is, for us to turn ourselves outwards, for us to feel the warmth of other suns.