Move away, lost and found
I live in my everyday life commitments made, failures and successes, rewards and blame, pleasant and unpleasant feelings, dreams and fears, expectations and memories ... Incumbent on all a sense of limit, incompleteness, so one wonders if there is another hidden treasure somewhere. It's like living on the surface, forced every day, every hour, to put off something really great and important to take care of things on, pressed by the contingency, from my duties, the conventions of social life. And then I begin to descend into the depths of my thought, if I'm lucky I have come across in life that people are already ahead in this way a piece of which I only now I sense that there maybe I carefully read the works of great spiritual masters, I submit my emotions in a careful self-analysis and eventually I realize that it has begun to know me. But the sense of dissatisfaction has been dissolved, and now I feel that I devote all my energies to an empty building solipsistic, and that perhaps all those actions were superficial and contingent reality, the only reality in my life, the truth of my be. In
values \u200b\u200bof human life as in science there is never an objective point of view, but only subjectivity different from those previously adopted. But perhaps, like many other conflicts (all?), Also projected that between a life outside, dedicated to do things, and folded back into a life, which is anchored on a deep knowledge of oneself and the world, is a fake opposition. I am reminded of a verse of the Bhagavad Gita (IV, 18): "He who sees inaction in action and action in inaction, is wise among men [...]".
Of course it is a fact: early childhood man acquires a structure of values \u200b\u200bthat represent motivational drives. So it is important for me to do a certain thing, the result that I get the blame, or that I can come if not I may also have little impact on my survival, but I see them as something which is essential for the worth spending all myself. I need to check, to stretch the offshoots of my causal body as far as I can get, even at the cost of hurting others and myself, all this that the events conform as closely as possible (ideally completely) to the model I have in mind and that comes from my deepest desires, my fears, prejudices and the constraints imposed education to my personality. Maybe I can reach the goal, and for a moment I am happy to me. Maybe that situation that I put forward to resolve, and for a moment I feel safe. For a moment. But now comes something to upset the balance and a transient unpleasant sensation seizes me, and the company that had me so involved is now only an effigy, no sense of the current he owned when he was still a problem. I could not ever make us accept this case and maybe because my parents taught me that life is suffering and duty, and when one is fine would be appropriate to feel guilty, I could grasp the senselessness of the situation and react optimistic thinking that after all this is the last effort, which in a little 'things will change, when he finishes university, job insecurity, financial problems ..., I also realize that this is a dynamic from which it gives you way out. So I wonder: what if that same energy that I put into resolving the problems that cause me anxiety every day every illusion After obtaining a stable and enduring, I refer instead to the solution of all problems, namely how to live among the waves of the sea is rough daily viewing every event in its pure truth and abandoning the castle of inauthentic meanings to which I I feel obliged to conform?
The road is not easy. When you embrace a spiritual journey is one of the greatest risks falling into the trap representations, so the old values \u200b\u200bare simply replaced by new, often more rigid. It may happen that I find myself chasing the idea of \u200b\u200blighting, an idea that makes me cruelly run out of the light (and I strive to reach more I walk away). But who can tell me if I live or dream of living? The clue is this: the truth dissolves the opposition, so yesterday seemed irreconcilable perspectives that now appear in a natural way as different sides of same coin: the idea of \u200b\u200btruth, however, create distinctions and the proliferation disputes, should detaching the error evident in the background, is a burden to bear at times becomes unbearable. But this is only a clue. The imponderable is that man has the last word and chooses whether to follow the clue of belief or trust dearly won, taking refuge in them and fall inexorably nell'insensatezza of daily toil.
