Self-Healing by Not Taking Ourselves Seriously
Just Humor - Not Sarcasm
There is one corner of my soul reserved for seeing the comical side of human race - with its unnecessary melodrama wallowing in tears, sweat, and blood. Unnecessary because of our inherent ability to live in peace and harmony, which is our natural state of being - all until we start complicating just about every aspect of our life.
Maybe I am using this humorous attitude to make more bearable those occasional moments of spiritual loneliness, as I see the world insisting upon conflict - that inner and the outer one. Well, one way or another, humor provides some sort of balsam for all those bruises resulting from living in a world that keeps forgetting that life is a gift to be enjoyed and appreciated.
However, when humor is dark as mine often is, it may be hard to tell it apart from sarcasm. It took me a while to honestly assess where it's coming from - but then I realized that I loved people way too much to be sarcastic.
Learning what Not to Become
My balcony window looks at an Old Folks Home, and during my morning meditative pacing back and forth I often stop by this window to look at those ancient specimens down there - just for an inspiration of "how I don't want to end up". Some of those in a better shape are pushing their walkers; others are sitting on the bench and pretending to be alive in a strained conversation.
And then, there are also some of those who don't seem to be sure whether they are coming or going, with their greyish complexion somewhat resembling already dead folks who just forgot to lay down. Now you know whence that inspiration of not wanting to end up like that. As I observe them with a good dose of compassion, I just can't help but wonder what's on their minds now at this advanced age.
No Tooth of Time to Be Blamed
Are they ever asking themselves how to justify all that unnecessary stress, useless worries, illusions, silly upsets, delusional pride, and futile concern over global events - the whole negative package that crushed their vitality and brought them to this moment of ultimate defeat?
Indeed, do they realize that it was not the tooth of time that did the number on their condition, but their terrible stress management and lack of some basic wisdom? Maybe they are ascribing all of it to their "bad genes".
Some of them looking in their early eighties probably don't get it that their age by itself is not the reason for them acting half-dead, because some others at their age enjoy an active life.
Why Is Intelligence so Selective?
As I am looking at those apparently helpless humans, that old nagging question keeps bugging me - why relatively smart and fully coherent people refuse to use that smartness in matters of their health, happiness, and harmony in their relationships?
In those few times that I watched "Dr. Phil Show" I was amazed at the obvious intelligence of all of his "stage clients", those successful career people who somehow couldn't get their relationships, or their emotionality in order.
They could use sound logic in all other areas of their lives, but were miserably failing to use it in intimate matters. For the same matter, I also find it strange that every psychoanalyst has their own psychoanalyst.
Why? To me, it's like I call myself a good auto-mechanic taking money of trusting drivers to fix their cars - but then I don't know how to fix my own. I either am an auto-mechanic or I am an amateur, in which case I should tear down that diploma off my shop wall and stop charging people for my learning and experimenting on their cars.
So, really, how can we go so selective at our use of intelligence? After all, living a "normal" life is not a rocket science. If a poor and uneducated couple can have a loving relationship, what's preventing those educated ones?
How Much of Compassion Really Makes Sense
This massive global refusal of people to use their available intelligence in their private issues oftentimes makes me wonder about the kind and extent of compassion that I should feel for them. For here I am, meditating, eating right, maintaining a positive attitude about life and my relating to others and myself - and I am not any kind of Einstein.
To me it's so basic and a "must" that I am never questioning the importance of it. Just like it's normal for others to brush their teeth, it's normal for me to nurture a decent level of harmony in my life.
As I am about to meditate, it crosses my mind how many nervous and complaining folks in my life didn't take my simple advice to adopt a meditation routine in their own lives and enjoy the difference.
Then, every time I am preparing my morning nutritious smoothie I can't help but think of all those junk-eaters going from one doctor to another and refusing to listen to my little friendly lecture about what they are doing to themselves.
Also, thinking of my almost too good to be true marriage, I find it hard to believe that so many of those past, maybe even some present witnesses of it never learned anything from it - except maybe how to go jealous about it.
So, how do you "feel sorry" for people like that? What is their explanation, excuse, justification for not taking care of themselves - while their intelligence is allowing it?
Killing Is Not a Characteristic of Being a Conscious Human
I don't know why wars and violence in general bring up a picture of two idiotic rams head-butting while the prize-female is grazing around not showing much interest. Imagine their "wedding night" - so opposite from human - as it's the male that says: "Sorry honey, I am having a splitting headache."
No matter how much I try, I just can't wrap my mind around the concept of one human being killing another. It's not even a matter of different moral interpretations, not a matter of justifying the cause, but a sheer idiotism that only animals should get away with for their lack of consciousness.
We all got a kind of "accustomed" to this historically repeating feature of human behavior. Even to the point of attaching something like "pride", and "glory", and "triumph" to slaughtering some totally unknown individuals who personally didn't do anything wrong to us.
Do we REALLY have to obey our leaders when they set us up against a whole nation which only happens to have some lousy leaders? How is it fault of every child killed in the Middle East that we didn't like Saddam Hussein? Is it really a rocket science to grasp, so that we, as species keep repeating the same violent crimes "not understanding" the ugly reality of it?
Can Anyone Else See Us as Funny?
Am I the only one laughing here? Maybe laughing at ourselves, not criticizing, not blaming could spur us to once and for all OUTLAW any wars - with the same mindset of human fairness and dignity that we use in treating a crime.
Maybe we should start seeing it as ridiculous instead of "wrong" to eat wrong foods, to overreact to every unfavorable event in life, and to get married if we are not sure how long we can keep those vows.
A good, healthy laugh in front of the mirror - instead of that narcissistic "mirror, mirror on the wall..." that somehow makes us gorgeous no matter what we do with our own lives and the lives of others.
Maybe our laughter at ourselves could possibly heal that uncried historical well of tears in our collective solar plexus. Well, we don't have to actually do it - just realizing its hypothetical cure might set us on the right path.
Knowing that we have intelligence that we are not using could really trigger that shift. We are humans, the pride of this planet. We might as well start deserving that pride. So, let us all have a forgiving laughter in our hearts - maybe something good will come from that.