Why we’re fated – or seemingly ‘destined’ – to have some experiences in life is a mystery. Is it karma? …a benevolent (or not-so-benevolent) Being having a laugh? Whether it’s an unexpected death, a lottery win, or an imposed career change, all can seem to come from beyond our control.
The ego’s a manipulator, insidious.
No surprise there, I imagine.
Case in point: it comes along after the proverbial fact to give us shit for having [maybe] missed an opportunity, when it’s actually its perspective we’d been seeing things from in the first place (thus causing us to not see – or to ‘shy away from’ – said opportunity)!
It hides all your best gifts on the other side of your fears [and who’s inclined to even think to look there, right?].
Frustrated with your love life?
In a love-slump?
Do you imagine you might be sabotaging your loving relationships?
Do you feel unworthy of true love?
Maybe you feel that you have to ‘settle’, always choose the wrong partner or love interest …?
Ultimately, do you want a change, a way to fix your love life (or lack of one)?!
Search online for “death, meaning” and you’ll be presented with answers like ‘end of life’ and /or ‘cessation of vital functions’. Personally, I find that really funny, in that supposed descriptions of what death is are actually definitions that are not only dependent upon but in a practical sense actually only describe what it’s not.
And if an appreciation of death (as a ‘thing’ or event) is dependent upon an understanding of what it means to be ‘alive’, we find ourselves on a whole contraindicative slope of ascertaining what ‘life’ is. We can generally talk about definitions of life as predicated on the idea of matter animated by a life ‘force’, but for the fact that even what we define as dead plant matter nourishes life (as compost, for example), must it not by extension (still) have some ‘life’ in it?