Let’s turn the page and ask ourselves simply, how much money or what resources are worth allocating to the pleasure of living, to the reCognition of the joy of savoring life in its Allness?
To leave the house with the feeling of joy, with the enthusiasm and pleasure of a child going out to play, and to wake up in the morning enthusiastic that I have another day to play in Existence, truly tastes like happiness.
I would say that we are painfully attached to seriousness, as if if we don’t take ourselves seriously enough, we won’t be taken seriously by others.
We are excessively serious in playing our masks, clowneries, dramas, successes, and failures, even “love” we cloak with our identity and empty it of content.
Have you ever seen a child living childhood, who is serious even when conveying exceptional meanings?
What kind of crippled systems have we created ourselves, primarily in our thinking, that we have succeeded so well in “forbidding” ourselves the perception of the pleasure of living?
Do we need programs, calendars, chosen days, vacations, weekends, or holy days for this?
Why can’t every “sacred” day, every moment, and every breath make us happy?
Are we flesh-and-blood humans animated by the spark of Life or artificial, industrialized, digitized, computerized replicas?
How can we possibly reshape and complete systems built from half-truths with the missing part, the one that illuminates the beauty, gratitude, and joy of Existence?
Perhaps by seasoning the “Time” invented by industrialized man, hours, minutes, seconds, a shackling mental concept, a fixed structure of accomplishments and acquisitions, of expectations, separations, and self-protection, a prison without bars or doors, a bleak executioner of the feeling of joy for life, with the integration of natural cycles and its infinity here & now?
Is it “time” for us to mature paradoxically by recognizing the fluidity and “non-seriousness” of Life?
Life doesn’t take itself seriously and doesn’t seek purpose, meaning, or mission to Exist, and its ways are All, all real manifestations, both tangible and intangible, a different kind of play, continuous and unattached, similar to that of children who discover everything by playing.
So, how much money or how many of the resources available to us are worth allocating to the pleasure of living, to experiencing or acknowledging the joy of existence as the foundation of existence, the primary feeling of each day?
The answer is the particularity of each of us, incalculable, unclassifiable, and incomparable. I can only say that I aim for an All In, and I hope to meet as many “playful ones” at the same round table.
And yes, this round table is, beyond words, already under construction in Pădureni.
As a first clue: would it bring you joy and pleasure to leave the house in the morning and instead of getting into your car and waiting in line to get… wherever seriousness leads you to go, to walk or run through the forest, then have breakfast laughing with people who know how to laugh, and then to work non-seriously close by, in the office with a view of infinity or in the middle of the forest?