A friend sent me an email containing the following quote:
"A person who is truly enlightened realizes that nothing matters because you are born free from everything that binds you to the earth. We bind ourselves with our own thoughts and patterns, it ain't the work of some greater power."
And that got me thinking...
If this lack of attachment is really true enlightenment then I have been 'truly enlightened' since the age of fifteen and three fourths years. Most are lucky to achieve enlightenment by their thirties or forties.
It's a little lonely.
But then, Friends don't really matter.
If there is no meaning to life, then why do people ask? Are we just an anomaly in the Gaussian Curve's infinite tail of the Universe's Planetary Composition? We'd like to think not. However, we are.
So, since there is no meaning of life, what is the meaning to life?
I am of the opinion that one creates their own meaning through their personal philosophies, values, and experiences. Thus, quite literally, "life is what you make of it."
What do I make of life?
It has no meaning to me at this point.
If I were to drop dead at the stroke of Midnight tonight, it would be a shame for the world that didn't get to experience me and my ideas. I would be glad to move on from this existence. No regrets.
[laughs] Unfortunately, just one person can affect so many other lives with just a word. ...just a look. ...just a touch. It would be a great sadness to lose me, to many.
That's the only reason why I stay. I bind myself in their possible losses. I don't know if I want to let go....
I've Martyred myself enough.
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