The Meaning of Life (revised) (459 hits)
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Submitted by The Lone Stranger (View user info) at 2006-06-22 22:38:49 EDT
As his life progresses he has come to realize he has done this before. Many, many times. He recognizes a scent, an image, a person, that he has not experienced since his last birth, but so familiar that it strikes him like a blow. It is a recognition transcending the five senses. The faint traces of past lives, all of which make him who he is. Sometimes it is the slightest detail. Others, a vague recollection of an entire culture.
He has been a tribesman living on the shores of some island, living with nature, loving the sun and the sand and the water. Knowing nature and knowing true freedom.
He has been a Samurai serving some great lord. His sword, his life, for honor, only to die for it on the field of battle.
He has been a faithful wife, standing by her lord throughout her simple life.
He has been a Spaniard, a great lover, each woman a new conquest.
He has lived thousands of lives, and learned thousands of lessons, each life teaching him a bit more. Each life suited to teach a lesson sorely needed. Humanity stains the soul like a dye, time and time again, blending and bleeding, creating a unique mix of timeless wisdom.
The lesson is always there, if you look for it. Even in doing the wrong thing, you will learn. Even in suicide, though you may lose the earthly lesson, you will learn.
He is born again. Now, born into a world of man supreme in arrogance. Man leveling the field in his eternal struggle to conquer and tame nature. Man living for himself and for his wealth, with hardly a care for his fellows, or even for the very world created to sustain us.
This world is familiar, but the tone of this life is completely foreign. There is something missing. Joy.
He is an old soul.
He views the young souls with a certain disdain mixed with envy. They are so simple and naïve, not yet jaded by the evils one encounters in a thousand lives. Yet they are so jubilant, full of energy. They flit from place to place like a starving butterfly come upon a vast field of flowers.
He despises their ignorance, but loves their innocence. He hates their frivolity in serious matters, but yearns for their childish joy in simple ones.
He stumbles through this life with a confident nonchalance. Nothing is really difficult, but everything is tedious. He is not dazzled by the marvels of progress. The bureaucracy, the rules, the pollution, the total lack of social and personal responsibility that envelopes him, has left him yearning for another time. He remembers a simpler time, living with nature. A time where the Truth was as simple as feeling the warm sun dry the sweat on his shoulders. Sweat earned from working for the earth to sustain himself.
He realizes that simple time is long gone, and he yearns for a quick end. For some, death is a cold grave on a summer day. For him, death is a warm blanket on a chill night.
It is unbearable. He sinks to the bottom, begs for it all to end. He cannot end it himself, for he has learned that lesson, and it was not a pleasant one. Above all that he has learned he knows he is here for a reason. There is something he must take away from this miserable existence.
After a year of dwelling in darkness, losing all hope in himself, forced to put whatever faith he retained in the Truth, he is enlightened.
Compassion. Selflessness. Love. Compassion and empathy break the seal of his dark tomb and flood him with the light of Truth. He understands now. Why he is here. In a world ruled by greed and bound by lust, driven by the love of money, he must share his wisdom with those in need.
He has learned.
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Submitted by wookie (user info) at 2006-06-28 17:46:21 EDT (#)
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Submitted by wookie (user info) at 2006-06-28 17:19:32 (#)
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I've never really thought of old souls as being joyless. I always imagine them as being much more at peace...with themselves and the world.
Submitted by the_lone_stranger (user info) at 2006-06-26 15:42:43 EDT (#)
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how does that shitty meaning of life post get 6 reviews?
Submitted by the_lone_stranger (user info) at 2006-06-25 14:42:58 EDT (#)
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why bother
Submitted by alwayspeach1 (user info) at 2006-06-23 12:05:21 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Paul_Monroe (user info) at 2006-06-22 22:54:46 EDT (#)
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The lesson is always there, if you look for it. Even in doing the wrong thing, you will learn. Even in suicide, though you may lose the earthly lesson, you will learn.
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From what I remember, suicide is one thing the guides really look down upon and you will be seperated from your soul group for intense therapy if you choose this option. There is always another way.