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The Spectrum of Life
How are we supposed to live this life?
Are we suppose to live as if everything is a miracle, divinely created, produced explicitly for that moment and place in time?
How frequently do we conclude that life is no more than a collective of random acts, no more connected than cars merging on a freeway?
When life goes well we want to believe in a grander power, karma, our own divine being. We are able to see each butterfly as a beautiful elegant creation. We feel the breeze press up against our cheek with the warmth of the sun. We have no hesitation in sitting and watching the wonders of life around us.
But when life gets bumpy, when it’s too turbulent to handle. Life becomes simply something we must survive. No rhyme or reason. We blame Murphy’s Law and accept the chaos around us as just chaos. We don’t watch anything; we lose touch with those around us. We merely try to endure.
And nevertheless, life is just life. Time will tick the same way whether we perceive it as a miracle or a disaster.
When life is optimistic, we are happy so we open our eyes and minds to the things around us. We take in as much as possible.
When life takes a turn for the worse, we almost disregard what we believed before; that life is beautiful and purposeful. We can’t fathom this being a part of life, so much pain and agony. How can this be what life is about? How can this be purposeful?
Those who have understood pain, who have tried to shut off the world and simply survive, understand you can’t solely prevent agony. By avoiding pain and rejecting to embrace it, you reject elation as well.
Too feel joy, amazement, and excitement we must also permit ourselves to feel sorrow, desperation and hurt.
And that is life, the experiences of all sensations, positive and negative. We cannot choose which emotions to feel or not feel. So we must instead work on our perception of such events. By either defining them all as phenomena or random acts of chaos.