Intentions
and Actions 4
Earlier
I mentioned the conditions for experiencing the moment; when I was a
child and experienced hot dusty days at my grandmother's. Since I
have looked back and remembered that reality, thoughts have happened in
a moment that seem to have relevance.
I
have read that we humans look for patterns in what we experience and
sometimes find them, even when they are not there. That may be what I
have done in reference to an importance in a moment. If I am aware of the thought that
seems to have importance, I act on it. Usually, I wait a few days to
let it settle in so that I might be able to tell if it is just
another of my crazy thoughts. Sometimes I will talk to someone about
it whose opinion I respect, especially if I need to act quickly on
the thought.
Two
days ago I had one of those thoughts. It was what this post should be
saying. Now that I have sat down to write, I believe it is a
summation of what I have written in the “Thoughts and Actions”
series, but in a personal way. I experienced the following.
Likely
it started while I was in my teens, but I now know that by the time I
reached majority I was trying to find who I was and what God was. I
searched and examined; on and on. The older I got the more confused I
was about both. The non-material pain became stronger and stronger. I
was creating pain for others without thinking about it because of my
egocentricity. If (a large if) everything is interconnected, while I
was creating misery for others I was generating my own pain.
Fortuitously, I was expose to a group of people who at first I
definitely did not want to be around. After several months had
elapsed, I sought out those same people. They reached out their hands
to me. Through their words and more through their actions, they
taught me what I believe today to be true love and tolerance. There
maybe more to love and tolerance than what I understand. If that is
so, I desire to find it. Now, who I am and what God is has no
meaning.
I
would have never seen how self-centered I truly was without their
loving guidance. Before them, I did the “good” things; things
that society said was good. The worthy things that I did were
satisfying, but I was still manufacturing pain for others.
Today
the balm that soothes my non-material pain and sometimes my material
pain is reaching out to others and forgetting self. Love of this
sort is its own reward. It can be done in many ways. Someone has to
produce more than they consume so that others can produce
non-consumable things; artists, scientist, etc. The producers also
allow some to devote all their time trying to ease pain.
All
my life I was told to do this and not do that. I was never shown the
meaning of why.
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