Predictable Suffering

In clinging to a routine, we become predictable. The ego craves boundaries; it wants names, a history, and a set routine to belong to because these things provide a sense of solid ground. We wish for something to do because we feel lost.

We suffer without our story, our job, our reputation. Being a no one feels the same as being nothing. There is a fear that if we stop playing the game, we won’t be able to relate to others who are also deeply invested in their masks, their persona.

Once we realise that we are the witness and not the character, we stop blaming our circumstances. We become responsible for the quality of our own life. Recognising pure consciousness is stepping into an abyss without memories, without fear.

We are in the world, but not of it, and use the tools of society – language, roles, and labels – to communicate, but we never mistake the tool for the craftsman.