Life is suffering. But what does
that tell us about how to live it? I mean should we spend our days, melancholy
or depressed, with shoulders hunched over, bemoaning our fate to live on this
earth….ALL the days of our lives? ….Because that’s a lot of days, let me tell you!
Of course
not.
The beauty of life is in the freedom to fill it with experiences to process and pursue. Belief in who we are, what we mean to the world and in the next moment and our ability to not just get through it but to enjoy it, is the catalyst for hope right?
The beauty of life is in the freedom to fill it with experiences to process and pursue. Belief in who we are, what we mean to the world and in the next moment and our ability to not just get through it but to enjoy it, is the catalyst for hope right?
What perplexes and sometimes amuses
me is that as humans, we are so desperate to hide from the idea that life is
suffering that we build layers over it, or walls around it. We hope if we obscure
this obvious reality then it will no longer be true. We dream up rules for life and create
categories such as class, race, and gender. Distinctions that, I’m not sure if
are meant to serve as distractions to the reality of life that escapes no one
but, serve to distract nonetheless.
The distractions are numerous.
There is the distraction of race – the dominant “race” judges, and based on
these judgements, sets up rules for how society should behave regarding race.
The race in power then embeds these judgements into the institutional fabric of
society to uphold and perpetrate the importance of race. The same goes for
gender, for class, for intelligence level, for beauty and appearance. Through
these judgements and its rules we can fill up threads on social media, we can
create scores of news articles, and television news and make the millions of
decisions that we spend our entire lives making.
In reality, the purpose is twofold:
One is to distract us from the mundane, static, dull and basic reality that
life is suffering and two: It serves to add richness to our lives. The richness
is alive in the variety of experiences we can slide into, the variety of interactions
we can have with those around us. And in this way we can have things to look
forward to.
Hope.
Hope.
Ironically, or perhaps not, it is
the very distractions we create through which our suffering plays out. It is as
though, without the rich layer we add on to distract us and give us hope, we
would not have a channel for experiencing our fate.
Let’s take race for instance. The
dominant group constructed race to distinguish itself and set in place a
method to identify itself as standout, even superior. It is human nature to do this. When have you not seen a winning group express
the reasons they believe they are the winning group? And naturally, they
attribute innate qualities, which by default, are almost always in
juxtaposition to the group that is not winning. We didn’t just win by chance.
We won because we can run faster, play smarter. We won because we are better,
bottom line.
Here it is our ego talking. Man
since the beginning of time has been at odds with admitting his vulnerability
and mortality. Man struggles with the reality that he is as capable of
extinguishment as a small plant or insect. Man is so terrified of his own
mortality, so confused by it, that he must find ways to tell himself that he is
not just a man – that he is better than just a man. He is a white man, or a
smart man, or a rich man. He is anything but just a man.
In modern society race gives us the
opportunity to play out our illusions of superiority and serves as a distraction
to the reality that we are all equally susceptible to the suffering that is
inherently life. Race gives the dominant group a means of elevating itself
above the drudgery of human suffering. Of course they are not really elevating
themselves above the drudgery of human suffering but in life, perception makes
it so. If we can delude ourselves to the idea that we are either more than we
are and so we don’t deserve what life hands out, then we are justified in
seeking a way out even if it is at the expense of those deemed less than us.
In life, locked in our physical
bodies, our world is our feelings, sensory and emotional, as well as our thoughts.
We can experience nothing outside of it. Every moment, every experience we
encounter is colored, stained if you will, with our perception by our
individual feelings and thoughts. If we can delude ourselves, distract
ourselves, elevate ourselves above the baseness of being just a mass of flesh
and blood, then we can muster the strength to go on.
Within the illusion though, we act
out the script for our own suffering. What humans, because of their own ego,
don’t realize is every time we hurt, we hurt. Every time we inflict hurt on
someone else, we hurt ourselves. Every time we treat another human as less than
human, we must within our minds build up another layer of denial and
distraction and justification from which is borne self-hate or delusion. We cannot hurt without hurting. We can shield
our awareness from the pain we cause ourselves by telling ourselves that those
we hurt deserve what they got but we still hurt.
We hurt because deep down, under
all the layers of denial and ego, we know we are just flesh and blood. We know
we hold no super powers. We know we hold no claim to anything magical or
immortal. We know we are vulnerable, and susceptible and relatively fragile. We
know our life can be extinguished by anything - from something as large and formidable
as a bomb or a bullet to something as seemingly innocuous as opportunistic
bacteria at the wrong moment. And the instigator of our demise will not care if
we are of the minority group or the majority. It will not care if we are rich
or poor or anywhere in between. It will not care our race, or gender, or how
beautiful we are or how ugly. And we know that.
Why then do we have these
self-soothing vices? Why then do we harbor these reasons, if you will, for
claim to superiority when we know the elements of life (birth, illness and
death) that matter most, don’t care or discriminate based on these “reasons”? I
think it is because we are uncomfortable with our mortality. We are, it seems,
the only species of living things that are aware of our own existence. Not only
are we aware of our existence but we are aware of every thought, every feeling,
and their genesis within us. In essence, we have a conscience.
It is our ability to delve into the
meta-levels of our existence that makes our existence so difficult for us. How
is it we can, through our awareness of self, plan and execute such powerful
effects on our world and at once be so naturally fragile and vulnerable? We
know we are alive, we can feel our existence, yet at any moment we are aware we
can cease to exist. Enamored with the natural beauty of life, we are desperate
to keep ourselves going. So we work our entire lives to avoid, to stop, the inevitable cessation of
existence. We stand on the backs of others to survive and we assuage our
conscience by telling ourselves they are less than us or they deserve it. We plead with God, and display in the most
outrageous ways, our allegiance to him, and therein our claim to His grace and
mercy above all others. We sacrifice ourselves to the god of money in the hopes
that it can shield us from the tragedies of life. And it does what it can, but
it cannot change our ultimate destiny.
What then should we do? Should we
accept the fact life is suffering and curl into a ball and give up? Or should
we get up each day and distract ourselves for a moment with the beauty of the
sun, and revel for another moment in the kind word or actions of our loved
ones, and pass another moment laughing at the humor of life? I propose we do
just these. But let us not do it on each other’s backs.
Let us, to the extent that we can,
be mindful of the pain we inflict on others and understand that we hurt
ourselves in the process so that if even by that rationale, we can try to avoid
behaviors that hurt each other. Let us remember that whether we are the
perpetrator of pain or the victim, we cannot escape the fate of life. That no
amount of intelligence or beauty or likeness to the dominant group, can save us
from the reality that life is suffering and our lives are, indiscriminately, the
stages through which we play out the beauty and the pain inherent in it.
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