Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Purpose, free will, and all that jazz..
Purpose. Does my life have a particular purpose attached to it? A soul mission safely stapled to the immaterial part of the complexity of me? I am slowly approaching the end of an era, and the emotional ambivalence within could not possibly have been any more heart-shattering. Both good and bad. I am mad, glad, and sad. Simultaneously. Now, that's some massive emotional turmoil. Sometimes you have to leave the comfort of safety and good influences behind in order to find your path. New layers of one's being are never uncovered in the steadiest of times. I left the most comfortable country in the world behind in order to pursue a line of study carefully designed to expand my mind (and not necessarily my job opportunities). I have let all the knowledge I have gained throughout my journey in consciousness studies mix and slowly simmer in the cauldron of my own subjective chunk of mind. That is of course what I prefer to think of as my own subjective part of the universal mind, whether there in fact really is such a thing is a whole other question. I have my own experiences. I see the world through my unique lens. But how much of that lens is affected by my interconnectedness with other beings? How much of my life has been constructed directly through free will; as in my imagined separate sense of free-will-individualism? I seem to be free, at least free enough to follow my inner sense of life direction. But where (on earth or beyond) does that sense of direction come from. Is there such a thing as a unique purpose for each individual's life, or is it just a matter of safely navigating oneself through one grand, old, random mess of coincidences?
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