What are we? Perhaps an evolutionary superior line of a life system we call Earth? We are surrounded by objects. Things, buildings, beings like us, and others not so much like us. We are surrounded by words and a whole world different from the other things around us. A common world. A world where we want to include in our consciousness that which is outside of us wants to tell us. We have a fracture of something inside with something outside. Strangely, we stop being the same and become something that is enclosed and sees everything else.
But no, we build cities where we want to be close to others to do things together. To be more productive and be able to move faster than the natural time of other living beings. We are moving toward somewhere. We always come from there and project ourselves into the future. We are always in motion, in transit.
It seems like there is something that is not within us and we desperately need it. What is that outside that we seek with all our will?
We don’t know clearly. It’s one of those words we can’t all agree on, like a wall.
They’re words for things that aren’t in the world. What are those things? They weren’t there, either because we built them, or because they belong to that which is only in consciousness. Inside. Perhaps all that belongs to ideas. It’s beyond the physical in any case. This differentiates us from each other as cultures. The differences aren’t only between us agreeing in our city among ourselves here, but they’re also different between peoples, people as cultures. Now I wonder if it could be any more difficult?
Well, yes, not only is everything we try to say with words different among ourselves, but balance, the very way we address the world, also creates differences in itself. And it seems that everything we desperately seek lies here, in this very place. On the border between what’s inside and what’s outside.
It can’t be inside; it’s the minimum, because we’re searching for it. But not outside either, because we won’t find it. It must lie in the way we search for it. Happiness lies in addressing the world. We have to take a journey, and it’s so personal that it’s different for each of us. And this makes it beautiful.
In life, being happy, being fulfilled, is a journey where we encounter others. It’s a journey in itself. And in encountering others, we find our identity by realizing our differences.
This isn’t always beautiful; it’s not always balanced and tolerant. There are those who impose themselves without respecting these differences. It turns violent. Wars.
But it’s better not to do it this way. We bring pain, and that really hurts. It hurts us inside. We have to get that pain out, and the way we do it is also the way we address the world. And we ask ourselves the same thing again. We start over. Here’s the search for meaning. The question.
Why be happy without knowing it? We want to know that we are happy. We want to be in union with what is outside to feel like ourselves. Here, where we are all happy. Whatever we call it, where we disappear into that solitude within our consciousness and unite with the rest, with everything outside, in perfect harmony and meaning.
Perhaps the important thing on this journey is not the answer, where we end up, but how we get there. That is, asking ourselves the question.
Because there’s nothing better than always searching for the answer.
