What you are here to do, you’re already fucking doing.
We seem to have this inherent need to assign meaning and purpose to our lives.
And so we adopt one philosophy or another, this or that religion, a moral scaffolding at the very least and then we force everything through that thought paradigm which then governs our lives.
Life doesn’t have any inherent flavor so we salt it with beliefs, and we sauce it with labels and definitions and then we stir fry it into a narrative. Some folks make their life sweet, some make it sour, but we seem compelled to make it something rather than allowing it to just be what it fucking is.
It’s ingrained in us that cause has effect and we squeeze our sense of “I” into that dualistic observation and then praise the good shit that happens and lament the bad thereby emboldening our egoic construct and entrenching us in an idea that we call “me” and that we call reality, both of which consist entirely within the organizational conditioning in the thought plane and are basically just made up shit
What we are here to do, we are already fucking doing.
It’s because we reduce ourselves to this racing electrical nest of thoughts that zip through our wrinkly pink meat computer that we lose the plot.
I mean, don’t feel bad about it, nature is a dominatrix who whips and rewards and keeps us forgetful and locked in a cage called “me” whose bars are made entirely of our own resistance to what is.
Wanna break out? Well, if you do guess what, you’re already fucking free all you have to do is stop resisting what is.
Reality is a happening and you are what a wave is to the sea. The sea just is and what happens upon its surface is just what happens, but we single those temporary happenings out and name them “wave” or “me”
We waves are simply a brief reference point for the entire ocean but we say oh look at me I’m a tall wave or a short one, I crest beautifully or I’m just a dull swell and by assigning characteristics and then binding ourselves through identification to those characteristics by deciding whether we like or hate said description we forget all about the fucking sea, without which we would not even exist to be able love or hate or say “look at me!”
An ocean- waves, a sky- clouds. The cosmos clumps. This planet- peopled and people as it turns out, are kind of dumbasses.
But oh how brightly we burn in our dumbassery. No one goes to the beach to surf stillness. No one looks at a blank blue sky in awe, unless you do, we’re always looking for clouds with the sun behind or a mountain below, we’re very object centric like that because the dominating emptiness of space and of the atom terrifies the story of “me”.
It’s not about learning or knowing or acquiring, all that shit obscures what you already are it’s more like remembering, are you starting to remember who the fuck you are?
The greatest purpose of existence is already playing out in you. With every breath, with every beat with every smile and every fucking tear.
The most meaningful thing in existence is you, giving existence meaning in the same way that the sea waves and the sky clouds, and the earth peoples so, I don’t know, maybe try not to fuck it up by getting lost in the least real and least meaningful thing there is, your thoughts and the temporal trap of past and future. You are not your fucking thoughts, and time is not what you think it is.
It’s easy to do, in fact it’s the easiest thing to do which makes it the hardest damn thing to do because all we do is complicate shit, that’s realities whip cracking.
Radical acceptance is difficult; there’s just some shit we can’t regard as ok because of our conditioning.
But the dominatrix of reality has a back door you can go through, you know, if she’s a bit drunk.
Just kidding, if you can’t achieve radical acceptance to what is then instead just stop resisting what is. Accepting is an action but eliminating resistance is more of a relaxing. The foaming wave that you are calms the fuck down and becomes a smooth rolling swell and without all that froth you just might notice- that the wave that you are is also the fucking ocean helloooo.
What you are here to do you are already fucking doing. What a gift the wave provides to the singular sea, it gets to forget itself for a minute and be a “me”.
What you are here to be you already fucking are, what a lucky sky when it gets to hold a cloud. The light is much more magnificent when shining through a shroud.
I know I said try not to fuck it up but I what I meant was collaborate with reality and with nature and your life, it’s all the same thing waving or clouding or you-ing so you know, you really can’t fuck it up but you can get lost to this ultimate purpose which is simply a happening that’s already fucking happening.
I’ll say it again; reality is a happening and you are inexorably within its currents. If you want to feel it, look inside of yourself and figure out what aspects of it you resist but also what aspects you are attached to, then fucking relax.
If you want to know what’s up, pay attention and do your fucking job, your only actual job which is to breathe and exist. Everything else beyond that is the foamy gift of experiential awareness that you are providing to a singular ineffable signal that when picked up by the quantum tubules in your wrinkly pink meat computer presents as consciousness, or some shit like that.
So yeah, you can’t do this wrong, so maybe lighten the fuck up and have some fun before your wave sinks back into the cosmic sea.
Ok that’s it, you go.. do you, Toodaloo
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