I wonder if I’ll ever feel normal. I wonder if I ever did. It’s easy to say I did… but then again, it’s easy to say I never did. What am I even talking about? Does normal even exist? If I said it doesn’t, that would make sense on one level, because we all operate in different ways, and we all agree that’s okay, and it’s actively encouraged. However, if I do something really fucked up you will tell me there’s something wrong with me, you’ll tell me that I’m not normal. So, which is it then? Is normal a social construct, or is it a real thing? What is normal now wasn’t normal then, and I’m sure most of us are really happy about that. I’m happy about it, but at the same time it makes me sad. Another contradiction. If you’ve read my posts, you know I can go on and on about duality and all that, and it’s because of these seemingly contradictory states of mind that can somehow coexist, all the time, within one brain, that I understand that life is so, so complex… and yet so very simple. How can that be? The same way any other contradiction can be. For example, these days, the concept of God is not too popular. Religion in general is falling out of favor with people, and I can understand why. I don’t consider myself to be part of any specific organized religion, and I see the hypocrisy in a lot of them as well, so I’m not here to pass judgement on anyone’s beliefs, whether atheists or believers. The thing is this though… If someone tells you that things in life happen because they were God’s will, you will be sure to counter that with the comment that God is then evil, because it is his will that there is such a thing as evil in the first place. Now, again, I see and sympathize with this point, but then, why isn’t the same rule applied to life itself? If life, meaning this strange experience we all currently finds ourselves in, is something that includes all this evil, all this hurt and all this pain and suffering, then why don’t we also consider life evil? We all love to complain about our problems, but that’s only because we have the luxury of being able to complain. We are alive. Why are we alive? Who knows? We don’t know why, but even through all the pain, both our own as well as the planet’s, we have become accustomed to this life, and we have come to at least enjoy it, if not to love it. Many of us cling desperately to it until our very last breath, and the possible loss of it is probably the biggest cause of anxiety for so many of us. Is life evil? Is it out to get us because wild animals kill and eat each other, and because disease can develop and devour us from within? I think most of us wouldn’t consider life evil, and seeing as how we have truly no idea of who or what God is or could be, we might as well consider God to be life. God is not only our life however. God is my life, your life, all our lives. The lives of animals as well as of beings beyond our planet or galaxy. Who knows what is out there, but all that is out there is God, or a product of God. Don’t try to create an image of God, don’t even call it God. It’s just all there is. It’s the unknown, something we can humbly contemplate, and which inspires us to continue living, to continue reaching for the unknown, forever hopeful for the future. I know I went off track with the initial subject of today’s post, but hey, that’s how it goes sometimes. It’s all good because this is just an exercise in writing, after all. I appreciate you taking the time to read this. Much love!
If you have a few minutes please hear my song ‘every breath is a blessing.’
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