Through this, I have observed the fattening addiction man has with the trivial and insignificant. Statuses. Rankings. Badges. Any brazened emblem that gives the "leg-up"- a right to look down on another.
Granted, I fall victim to as well. Our minds operate via schemas, and it's entirely natural to categorize. Where I draw the difference- what irks me like no other- is this maddened pursuit of a right to be holier-than-thou.
What upsets me is the lack of realization of both the insignificance and impermanence of it all. When the water of our lives ceases to flow, the only remnants of what was once one is the soul. Gone are the titles, forgotten are the accomplishments, and a new stream starts anew...
While the concept of a meaningless existence may seem entirely logical, I've always felt a sense of something greater. Not a benevolent "God". Not a "life force". Perhaps it's my answer to the ambiguity of death- but I cannot deny the existence of a certain "peace" with it all. But accepting this notion, what strives me for status? For intrinsic wealth?
Is Life a test? I cannot claim so. It is, I believe, a minute point on a "chaotic" and random path. That is, for as much as we place our efforts and force into the now, I press forward with this in mind.
(Tackling this issue is always a futile exercise in translating my mind's beautiful and enigmatic language)
