I have this theory. What remains of us when we shed our mortal coils is that part of us that was borne of love. The parts of us that are the essence of love carry on. The parts of us that we carry in life, that are based in indifference, fear, jealousy, resentment, hatred, and cruelty, return to inertness, the energy lost to the potential essence that goes forward. There are those human energies that vanish almost completely, and those energies that carry on almost entirely, and the rest fall somewhere between the two extremes.
I believe this.
Life is pretty simple for me. I always ask myself, “what would love do?”, when difficult situations and decisions are presented. I find my answer to that question, and do my very best to keep asking the same question, and following my own answers, as events unfold, until the matter is resolved.
Meditation, in my universe, includes dwelling on this question, heart and mind, in different contexts, as life unfolds.
As I see it, this is the purpose of life, and the only avenue available to achieve success, as I define it.
The kind of success that relies on external validation holds no appeal for me, garners no admiration or respect. I find those who define themselves by status, and/or power, and/or affluence, sad specimens of humanity; who unfortunately have undue and underserved influence in human affairs.
To each their own.
Date: 7:09 AM EST Friday 21 February 2014
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“Little Green Man: Ed, you’re dealing with the demon of external validation. You can’t beat external validation. You want to know why? Because it feels sooo good.”
Northern Exposure, Grand Prix [5.22]
[External Validation, the junk food of the soul.]