Wool-Ga'thering

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By the grace of an inquisitive mind, the body searches for a possible solution to the conundrum of existence. What, where, when, which, how, and so on—the questions constantly meditate on the nature of the self, the world, and purpose, propelling us forward, whether swiftly or sluggishly, toward a certain destination.

The thirst for self-knowledge is always there; it's just difficult to sit still, contemplate it, and then put it into words. Is the body not meant to keep moving rather than remain still? Signals summon us to uncover certain aspects of truth. We become fascinated by its different facets, enthralled by their depth, and tunnel-visioned into a particular dimension—drowning in the sheer weight of its magnitude. Yet, as the confusion clears, the weight of our own existence grows, making it difficult to move as lightly as before. We become rigid in our own truth, shaped by a worldview that, despite its significance to us, remains but a minuscule fragment of the whole.

Only after selecting the rarest grains of truth should we move forward, for we cannot embark on a journey of true exploration without shedding the majority of our biases and remaining open to new experiences. The old is gold, but it is also too grounded for our existence to be fixated upon.

Yet, what should be and what actually happens are two different things. How can we let go of meanings that resonate so deeply with our very being? How can we release the breath of obscurities and be spontaneously the humble witness of the truth as it is revealed as it is meant to? What a conundrum... 

 


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