“Know thyself,” read the famous words chiseled into the forecourt of the Temple of Apollo at Delphi. A phrase at the forefront of cringe-worthy self-help platitudes, as well as of thorough considerations in the minds of great thinkers of the past and present.
What happens when you begin to focus on the present moment? What happens when for a brief moment you start to pay attention to what is going on around you? When you dare to just be?
Reading Anthony De Mello’s Awareness I came across an interesting idea. Mello writes: “You know, all mystics – Catholic, Christian, non-Christian, no matter what their theology, no matter what their religion – are unanimous on one thing: that all is well, all is well. Though everything is a mess, all is well. Strange paradox to be sure.”
My journey with meditation starts with my year abroad in the US. Living in a dorm thousands of kilometers away from family and friends, just about to turn sixteen in a completely different culture and environment, had its say on my stress levels. As I wrote in my thoughts on anxiety, I used to wake up every morning with my heart pounding, tied up stomach, and an underlying fear. Up until then, thankfully, I’ve never had such problems. My only point of reference was nervousness form before all the hockey games I had or from going home after I got a bad grade.
This is a continuation of some of my thoughts on the question of meaning I wrote about in the previous post, part one. However, this part was written first so the flow from one to the other could have been smoother, but I think you will be able to find the thread.
What to do with this life? I have been haunted by that question ever since I asked it.
The search for meaning is a seemingly never-ending journey. When you refuse to succumb to the readily available answers, to the low-hanging solutions, such as national identity or religion, the search takes on a foggier path.
At first, you keep the unjustified expectation of something grand, something all-encompassing, something that is transparent, not translucent.
To go to the woods and walk through its rich air, to cold iron in a gym with sweat on your brow, to a window at sunrise or sunset, or just to an empty room, can bring the needed rest to the soaked mind with daily worries. When in solitude, I enjoy the time of silence, the time of quiet relaxation that, paradoxically, can come in a loud and arduous environment. In solitude I find much, peace, rest, inspiration, understanding, joy, and especially when solitary in nature, I find respect, humility, and awe.
After I left home for the first time to study abroad in the US at the age of fifteen, I used to wake every morning with my stomach completely tied up. I struggled to have any control over it. Breathing exercises helped, however, since then, anxiety as a daily phenomenon has never left me. Now I can’t even imagine a day without any underlying anxiety.
This post is for people who have dug a little into the self-improvement industry. What I want to talk to you today about is self-improvement overconsumption.
About a week ago I watched the film Green Book, a story in which ”a working-class Italian-American bouncer becomes the driver of an African-American classical pianist on a tour of venues through the 1960s American South,” and it rekindled my interest in a question that I have pondered for some time.
What is the slavery of today?
If you know me personally and have spent some time with me you probably have been preached to about the marvel of the film Crocodile Dundee at some point.
I always get smiles when I mention the film, especially if people only know the name but have never seen it. You are probably smiling right now, or you were when you read the title.