Monks search for inner peace (ok, a little simplistic I’m sure). But enlightenment to better themselves? What a waste of a life.
A life that’s worth having is worth giving, is worth spending blood to help, is worth being generous with love. What does a life of self-reflection do but selfishly take away your life from the world? Separating yourself from the good you can do in the world or being immersed in all the love that you could give – this does what? Taking away the love you could give to the world – this does what?
This comes up because I passed by a monastery as I biked to work today. Every now and again, these mysterious monastic creatures will emerge and walk the unlit streets at all hours. If someone’s car hit them, ran them over and took their existence away, what would that impact be? If they are of themselves, who have they influenced who would weep for them? Simpler still, of whom have they influenced? Even simpler still, of whom have they loved?
Workout friend and I, in being there for each other, bettered each other. We shared father stories of aggression and over-work and abuse. In doing so, we influenced each other for the better. In influencing each other, we created love, love to which the world would not have beared witness in a life of SELF.
Heroic Educational Assistant and I, in being caring for each other, bettered each other. She spoke to me about the good I do in the world and I chronologized her heroism, the positive influence she has had on those she taught and those with whom she taught. In doing so, we influenced each other for the better. In influencing each other, we created love, love to which the world would not have beared witness in a life of SELF.
Meditating on life, is not life. Love is life.
Meditating on life, to no end but SELF? Selfish assholes.