Think of yourself on a beach...
Take your time. Imagine yourself sitting on the warm crunchy sand, a light breeze gently whistling into your ear.
Close your eyes if you need to.
Smell the salt, feel the sun’s rays lighting up your eyelids as they stay closed.
Feel your body free.
On that beach, dig your hands into the soft white sand and extract a handful. Watch as it gently flows through your fingers back to its source. Slowly let go of all of the sand in your hand.
Now open your hand and look at it. I am certain you will find that one grain, one small grain, didn’t make it down with the exodus. Possibly, it is trapped between the gentle ridges that run across your palm. Or beneath a nail. Find it. Concentrate on it.
How many grains of sand do you think you picked up when you dug your hands into the ground? Can you think of a number? How many grains of sand exist on the very beach you are now enjoying? How many grains of sand exist on all the beaches of this planet?
Like that lone rider you discovered on the palm of your hand, a human life is miniscule and irrelevant in a vast incomprehensible ocean of matter and existence. We exist in a body of around 2 meters for what, 80 or 90 rotations of the Earth around the sun? How many rotations do you think the Earth has gone through or will go through? How many rotations has the Sun done its star cluster? The star cluster in the galaxy? The galaxy amongst the estimated 500 billion galaxies?
Yet like that lone rider we are trapped in the lines of an invisible hand. We believe we and our problems are special, different, unique. Our perspective is so limited, we aspire to leave a legacy on this Earth and a mark on those around us. To be remembered.
It is insanely ironic.
Yet on the other hand, perhaps the perceived infiniteness of the universe around us is meant to discourage us from concentrating on it and to see it as the microcosm instead. If the world, as you perceive it, is merely just perception interpreted by your own senses, then perhaps it should not be the focal point of your life, of truth or of gain.
In more direct terms, life is too short and insignificant to be wasted on negativity, worry and ugliness. Place your problems in the perspective of the universe and you will have none. See your life as temporary and fragile and you will truly live it. You will never take yourself seriously again.
Take your time. Imagine yourself sitting on the warm crunchy sand, a light breeze gently whistling into your ear.
Close your eyes if you need to.
Smell the salt, feel the sun’s rays lighting up your eyelids as they stay closed.
Feel your body free.
On that beach, dig your hands into the soft white sand and extract a handful. Watch as it gently flows through your fingers back to its source. Slowly let go of all of the sand in your hand.
Now open your hand and look at it. I am certain you will find that one grain, one small grain, didn’t make it down with the exodus. Possibly, it is trapped between the gentle ridges that run across your palm. Or beneath a nail. Find it. Concentrate on it.
How many grains of sand do you think you picked up when you dug your hands into the ground? Can you think of a number? How many grains of sand exist on the very beach you are now enjoying? How many grains of sand exist on all the beaches of this planet?
Like that lone rider you discovered on the palm of your hand, a human life is miniscule and irrelevant in a vast incomprehensible ocean of matter and existence. We exist in a body of around 2 meters for what, 80 or 90 rotations of the Earth around the sun? How many rotations do you think the Earth has gone through or will go through? How many rotations has the Sun done its star cluster? The star cluster in the galaxy? The galaxy amongst the estimated 500 billion galaxies?
Yet like that lone rider we are trapped in the lines of an invisible hand. We believe we and our problems are special, different, unique. Our perspective is so limited, we aspire to leave a legacy on this Earth and a mark on those around us. To be remembered.
It is insanely ironic.
Yet on the other hand, perhaps the perceived infiniteness of the universe around us is meant to discourage us from concentrating on it and to see it as the microcosm instead. If the world, as you perceive it, is merely just perception interpreted by your own senses, then perhaps it should not be the focal point of your life, of truth or of gain.
In more direct terms, life is too short and insignificant to be wasted on negativity, worry and ugliness. Place your problems in the perspective of the universe and you will have none. See your life as temporary and fragile and you will truly live it. You will never take yourself seriously again.
Awesome! been contemplating this lately, but you put it so well.
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