I am going to take a brief break from my flow of things to dump some thoughts that I have been recently mulling over. Before I proceed, however, it seems like some apologies are in order. I reread my early meditations, and was aghast at the number of grammatical and spelling errors. The issues is that I write these as they come to me, and don’t really proof read them. The words as they appear are exactly as I wrote them. I will try harder to catch these typos, but you must forgive me when I inevitably make them.
Let us return to this meditation. As I said, I write these to try to make sense of life. My worry, however, is that in spending so much time thinking things like these over, I am wasting the precious few years I have. It is indeed a pressing question. What is the best way to spend your life? Is it working? Is it gettig rich? Exploring? Spending time with family? I like to think that everyone has their own unique purpose, and therefore a meaningful life is time spent towards that purpose. And it is easy to say that, but how do we even find that purpose? Perhaps it is things that make us happy. I enjoy spending time with my family and I enjoy learning. Should my life, then, be spending time with people and reading? Is that a life well-spent? I think I am too attached to the idea of really making a name for myself. What does it matter if I have the most money or the highest honor? This seems to be an eternal issue with humans. Thousands of years ago, we see tales of people who wanted more. More power, more fame, more wealth. Perhaps it connects back to those unique faculties of ours I mentioned earlier. Whatever the reason is, I often feel as if I have fallen victim to those same desires.
And it is difficult, I feel, to know whether that is wrong or not. The Bible might say that I am succumbing to sin by honoring these desires. After all, perhaps it’s a mix of pride, envy, and greed that is driving me. I feel as if I am so smart and intelligent that I deserve to be at the top. Or maybe it’s that I see people with prowess and fame and I am jealous. Or maybe it’s simple: I want wealth. The Bible would certainly say I am sinful. It seems hard, however, to fully accept that. After all, churches, particularly the Catholic church, was a moneymaking machine. Were they not greedy? Did they not lust for power? So why must I be bound by the very doctrines they preach when they themselves fall short?
I will say, however, that writing all of this out does make me feel shallow. Is it not a sad life to be driven by power and money? But then what is the alternative? Love and kindness? That certainly seems like a more noble, enjoyable pursuit. I simply don’t know how to switch my goals. I find the idea of romance almost embarassing. And for some reason, a year of (what I would imagine is) depression and a nagging eating disorder have seemed to lessen my capacity for empathy. It is quite troubling indeed.