What’s the definition of insanity? Doing the same thing over and over while expecting a different result?
Well, then I must be nuttier than a fruitcake.
Because I’m still here talking about peace while addressing the conditions — both inner and outer — that combine to steal it.
Lately that’s had me writing and speaking on the wars going on in our political affairs. But I must really be nuts going there. Because no one wants peace. Most only want to win, and are willing to destroy anyone and anything that gets in their way.
Looking at what I see on the news and the feedback I get from some of you, it sure doesn’t appear to have had any impact. But I keep going anyway.
I guess its the arrogance of thinking I could make a difference, that I could somehow help people see how attachment to their beliefs and practices was making it impossible to get along with those who want something different.
But it really hasn’t helped, either me or the world around me, because no one wants to change. Not even me.
We all want to stay the way we are, believe the things we do, and act the way we want. It’s everyone else who’s wrong. And if they’d just wake up and realize the error of their ways, the world would be a much better place.
Of course, no one does. We all just keep on our same old paths, thinking and doing things the same old ways, yet expect things to change.
But they don’t. So we bump heads and set off a perpetual cycle of conflict that at most gets us a few moments of peace before the bell goes off and we’re called to fight again.
Who’s right? It really doesn’t matter, does it? All that matters is that we get ours. Even if it means we have to fight to get it, or take it from someone else.
Peace be damned, I guess. It’s not high on our list of things we want for ourselves and our world.
Me? I wanted to help stop the fighting. Perhaps more importantly, I wanted people to truly be at peace.
So I shared what I’ve learned along the way, especially the inner journey of self-realization. I thought by shining a light on the inner conditions and processes that keep us the way we are and suggesting ways we might address them, I could inspire people to try another way.
Nope. Not happening. Not now. Maybe not in this lifetime.
But I can’t really say I’ve failed.
My inability to be heard, much less make a dent in human behavior, is probably more about me than it is about anyone else. It’s played out valuable life lessons that have made me look deeply into myself and my relationship with life and the world around me, not to mention God.
Maybe they aren’t meant for anyone else. If not, that’s okay. I’m more than willing to give up this quest.
Still, that voice whispering inside won’t let me rest. Just when I’m ready to quit, it nudges me to keep trying, to do all I know and then some to bring this perspective to you — that you are more than you know, and that your life is all about the experiences it’s bringing you. And how you create, gather and process those experiences makes all the difference in how you see your life and what you take from it.
Right now most don’t even consider the possibility there is anything more than the daily grind and the struggle to get for oneself and one’s family.
For them there’s probably not.
I still hold out hope, however, that there are others like me out there who know there’s more than we know and who want to find and bring it into their world. It’s for them that I keep writing, talking and beating my head against this wall in hope against hope that one day it will make a difference.
Until then, it appears this is my lot in life. So rather than fight it, I might as well give into it and keep going full steam ahead.
At least, until you send in the men in the white coats. Because it’s probably the only way you’re going to shut me up.