For people like myself facing a mystery becomes an urgent call to illuminate and eliminate it. Life only looks mysterious because we tell mysterious stories about life.
Stories often depict so much more than Reality, which they faithfully adorn with extra imaginative detail. A story of your vacation would be told by you in a more dramatic script, with embellishments and vignettes, making it more exciting than the reality of it. Pause for a second.. have you ever been guilty of painting some mediocre event in brighter colours?
To give you an example.. I once posted this photo of my motorbike in the Cardamom mountains in Cambodia.
Boy did it look fetching, and the exotic location! And the name! Bejesus, this is some modern motorbike Dalai Lama trekking the places unknown, while investigating and relaying the tales about mysterious writers.
“What an amazing story!”, I’ve heard countless times.
In REALITY however.. the motorbike is 20 years old, requires constant maintenance and frequent dealings with unreliable mechanics. It left me stranded not once recently. In Reality, Jed drives a modest 4×4 that is quite a few years old. Not a Humvee or a bright yellow sports Tesla by all means.
In REALITY.. I ended up in SE Asia because there were no jobs back home then, and even if there were – I was opposed to what was increasingly looking to me like a modern version of serfdom. And in Reality.. Jed could not hold down a job and could not contend with daily doses of human stupidity, which eventually prompted him out.
In REALITY.. the idea of getting entangled in a so called romantic situation makes me feel repulsed for its inherent fakeness. In Reality, Jed IS entangled and does not take fancy helicopter rides with pretty young ladies. His wife would let him know in no certain terms of her displeasure.
In REALITY.. I was bored senseless on my visit to Kuala Lumpur a few years back, its concrete jungle feeling faceless compared to the local market-like messy nature of Phnom Penh. In Reality, Jed has never lived permanently outside the United States, other than being a tourist.
In REALITY.. my life is not glamourous and is still slavery, but I can pick and choose the terms. I’ve created a comfortable bubble that isolates me from bullshit which to me is priceless. I can decide how close to step towards any human excrement without making an internal commitment. In Reality, Jed had done much the same with his book writing that affords him modest independent living and only a superficial contact with the rest of the world. He lives in a bubble of his own, both mentally, emotionally and geographically.
You see.. the quality of your life is defined by how much or how little of immature human trivia your life bubble allows to seep through. If one wants to remain internally balanced – organise your life in such a way that it keeps the bullshit at an arm’s length, and keep in mind that definition of human shit differs widely among people. What’s one man’s shit is another man’s treasure. Regardless, it amazes me how people cope with the amount of bullshit they face directly in their everyday lives.
But do people REALLY cope, or do they begin to fall apart and grab the Kalashnikov.. or a spirituality book? Do you realise that these two are equal external manifestations of internal pain?
I am aware of the bubble and its beneficial properties. I don’t know if Jed is aware, and whether he ever considered the true nature of his life situation and what it does for him personally.. I suspect he is and has. I am also aware that the bubble can burst, and the possible dunking in fecal matter may occur. So what? I will just create another bubble.
All people live in bubbles of own making, but some people are very aware of this fact.
Don’t you think people’s Facebook profiles are prettier and happier than their true Reality, which tucks away the ‘ugly’ and in which the ‘happy’ story is the only story that everyone is allowed to observe? Not only do we bend Reality by way of personal imagination and daydreaming, but we also twist the real Reality via filtering the pictures that the world will see.
Have I done the same? Absolutely, through withholding of my physical identity; I am not going to feed you the senseless finger-moon lie. I will just say this.. I choose who and what enters my personal Reality, because just like Jed I hate feeling crowded and out of control of my immediate environment. We all do, you have to stop lying and start admitting some basic truths to yourself. We want to have some control over what happens in our immediate Reality on a daily basis, and whether the shit is allowed to flow in.
And there is nothing wrong with that.
I am speaking to you from inside the bubble. While absolute control is not possible, I can certainly limit my interaction with the unsavory, the stupid and the dishonest.
Ignorant is OK. Ignorant is like a terminal illness: can’t really kick it for being such, can only nurse it to death.