The seed of my realization is: I just want to be happy.
And as this little seed spreads it's tingle, it's cool warmth, I feel like it's touching and gently unravelling old stuck patterns in my mind and nervous system, and it's growing little branches that I think will become strong trunks that support other brances, that sprout leaves:
I'd rather be happy, than "right".
I'd rather be happy, than "overwhelmed".
I'd rather be happy, than "Christian, Taoist, Buddhist", etc., etc.
I'd rather be happy, than "understood".
I'd rather be happy, than "approved of".
I'd rather be happy, than sad that I am not as happy as I could be.
I'd rather be happy, than always miserably overplanning/overanticipating the future.
And also, the very important:
Everyone just wants to be happy.
This softens all judgement. Everyone just wants to be happy and are going about it the best way they know how, or the best way they have the courage to choose. "Evil", to me, is just a description for the densest form of ignorance in going about experiencing and sustaining happiness.
It's so elegantly simple. Even religion and mysticism and magick and psychology all just boil down to trying to find genuine, sustainable happiness, don't they?
The Buddha was surrounded by beautiful women and wine and he enjoyed his senses to their fill. And then one day he realized, this is no longer making me happy! There is something wrong here. This isn't real. My happiness is not built on a solid foundation. And so he went out to find true lasting happiness. That's what he was looking for.
It's that simple to me now. Moving and mixing chi around, counting days of retention, opening chakras, getting to the 10th level of the Buddhist video game, these are just, at best, highly sophisticated techniques for tasting and ultimating abiding in True Happiness. Happiness is the Fire in which I believe all techniques should be thrown, so only the Truth remains.
"I do not seek to follow in the footsteps of men of old: I seek the things they sought." -- Basho.
Still, fear arises of not being "right", fear arises of the raw, pregnant, empty, simplicity outside of overwhelmed workaholism, of what I am outside my labels that I am sure must keep me sane and "who I am", fear arises of being misunderstood, disapproved of, of letting go of my judgements, of letting go of the walls I erect to keep me safe from "others", etc. ad nauseum.
But I am nurturing this little seed of Light. It feels wonderful. So I thought I'd share.
I remember being a very young child, and having this habit of running around my parents house dancing and singing "Be Happy" over and over to them and any other friends and relatives that were over. I was such an incredibly happy child. Then I remember one time my Father came home from work and he looked very sad. He sat down on the couch and was just kind of staring at the floor. I sang to him "Daddy, BE HAPPY!" and he slowly turned and looked through me and said, "Sean, sometimes it's not that easy. When you get older you will understand". I remember having a clear perception then, that he was confused. That Daddy had just gotten a little lost and forgotten that it really is always just this simple. How did I ever forget?
Be Happy,
Sean.
