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Is my life better because I am awake in and from the dreamstate? Better, same, worse — I’ve never really thought in those terms because I’ve never really cared, because, in turn, I was never in search of a better life. It never occurred to me. Is my life better than what? Better than it would have been if I hadn’t awoken? I don’t know. Is my life better than yours? I don’t care. My life is better than it was when I was suffering from the chronic bullshit and pronounced misalignment that drove my journey, but is it better than yours? Am I happier than you?
The only metric by which we can judge seems to be happiness, or lack of unhappiness, and in that respect I’m doing just fine, but a lot of people seem to be doing a lot better. Drug users, for instance, seem to have their high points, no pun intended. New parents seem to experience a window of happiness. Children at gift time, adults at sensual pleasure time, everyone at external validation time, all seem to enjoy elevated levels of elation. If I were trying to keep up with the Joneses, I’d have bigger problems than keeping up with the Joneses, but I’m not. My life is basically perfect for me, and what more can anyone ask?
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