Our Life Is Just A Story

We become so involved in and obsessed by our story – our life – that we don’t bother about how the story started, and where it will end. When we were young, we acquired an idea about ourselves. That idea became a habit. That habit became a personality. That personality became our destiny. Change the idea, change our destiny.

At any moment we can change our bias as, at every moment, we are maintaining it. If we are honest and unhappy with the direction in which we are heading, we can change this. Meditation clears the air. If, on the other hand, we are happy with our ‘arrangement’, then why change?

If we find that we lack empathy with others, if we find that we need to be admired, if we find that we manipulate situations, we may also find we have narcissistic tendencies of self-admiration. Who are we trying to impress?

If we consider ourselves intelligent, we are considering ourselves more intelligent than others: this is both arrogant and lacking in empathy. Is that the story we want to tell?

If our story contains a sense of empathy, where we understand how someone else may feel, this will enrich both parties as, when we are honest about our problems, this can encourage others to open up.

Getting it out in the open is part of clearing the air. I have a problem with the way in which Buddhism is presented (but I love the teachings of enlightened beings). There. I’ve admitted it. And that has changed my destiny.