We all face the chasm of sadness that leaves us perched on an edge yearning for lost connectivity. Yet sometimes that loss is such despair we withdraw even from the edge of the abyss even into greater depths of darkness. Events trigger memories of failures, pain and despair. Tears sting our eyes, our throat clutches upon itself and shudders of the body rack us with somatic sadness. Triggers of these events are simple or profound. Leaving after a happy gathering is one of my triggers. Such good times followed by a rapid descent into the chasm. The first plummet into this hole breaks the sound barrier. It is so rapid and unexpected that it is only realized as the light fades to dusk.
What is this life? What is this consciousness that bids me existence. Why does it torture me so when I could have bliss. My egocentric memories blame, accuse and fault me on my path; bad father, bad husband bad searcher of the truth. I have done nothing right and am constantly assailed by my weaknesses and lack of vision. What is the purpose of this consciousness inside me? Torture or just as some others have said, "God experiencing His creation through us." Well then the tough question; Why doesn't he leave me alone and experience it through someone else and rid me of this unhappiness. Meditation, exercise, reading, praying, alcohol, smoking, sex; does any of these help or last? Why is joy, bliss and happiness so ephemeral and temporary?
We face an uncertain life with uncertain abilities and outcomes. There is no control There are just leaves of humanity in the divine wind and we are it's victims. The whims of the divine decide fate. The authors say we are responsible for the life we have. Bullshit. I did not choose to be born. If I did choose then why was the memory of my choosing wiped from my mind? I am a victim of this life chosen for me. There is no answer other than "I Am." That is it. I just am, I exist. Big whoop... There is no value in this life between a divinely created life and a rock. There is no difference. Both are acted upon by the elements that they did not wish nor did they choose to be created to be eventually pummeled into dust.
Nothing grows forever. We lie to ourselves when we say we go on, because we do not. There is death, the final curtain call and you are no more. We romanticize our eternal existence because we are afraid that is all. It does not matter what religion you have there is no final salvation from death. The body dies and the ego dies. What you defined as self is dead. You/I died.
The all power divine universe; can you show me I am wrong? Can you build love and connection to my loved ones? Can you ease the pain of relationships? Can you even understand the simple life of just one human or have you grown so grand that you are out of touch? I think you cannot and will not heed a personal call.......


