Note the turbulent ties we often have to others. Even with those closest, even with those we’ve known our entire lives, tensions exist. Then there’s the neighbors, fellow students and co-workers, other segments of society — there’s interpersonal discord everywhere we turn.
Note the pangs within every body — ailments disrupting daily life. The highs and lows of our physical condition cause twists and turns within our life’s narrative. Sickness comes and goes, old illnesses fall away while new ones spring up. We’re like constant patients traversing a treadmill of disease.
And within our bodies emotions sway this way and that, directing a path of peace or destruction. Urges and hungers drive us to do things we wouldn’t rationally consent to do. Inspiration enters our head telling us to drastically divert our life for one reason or another.
Across the globe and throughout history certain segments of society progress while others regress. The most wholesome and humane methods of civil management do not always bubble to the top, nor remain in place once established. Instead of universal respect for the whole, humanity remains fractured, with group-worth forever shifting like fashion.
The weather affects our moods and plans. Flooding rain or gale-force wind can alter the course of many lives. Yet even a simple sprinkle can change the day. And through its mighty rumbling or fiery spit, the earth forces itself into the conversation. We cannot keep an even keel, for the elements never allow it.
From this evidence, we can determine that life is drama incarnate. Life is a fictional event designed to maximize dramatic scenes that dazzle our senses and captivate our thoughts. Yet, life is designed in such a way so as to purposefully obscure the obviousness of the fantasy — enhancing the suspense.
If we take time to consider the ongoings before us, the fiction begins to reveal itself. If we sit apart, stilling our mind through the quiet repetition of meditation, we start to notice the manufactured nature of the surrounding tumult. But this glimpse fades fast as circumstances continue crashing into us.
Fatigue also plays its part to obfuscate, as we eventually lose our ability to concentrate. Then in sleep, dreams add random scenes to thoughts, mucking up our understanding. When we awake we forget the significance of what we knew — we’re lost amidst life once again.
But for those too sensitive, those too affected by the intensity of the dramatically flashing lights, its possible to distance oneself from what the senses see long enough to adjust perspective. We must regularly reinforce in our thoughts the underlying goodness of this realm we exist within, appreciating the excitement it provides.
We must see ourselves not as mere creatures of meat hobbling around a rock, but as delighted viewers of a show put on for our behalf. We must do our best to savor the scenes, not retract, reserving judgement until the final curtain falls. We must never be frightened of such a gift given for our enjoyment.
And so life goes on, a theatrical tale filled with an endless array of twists and turns.