There’s something in the ether.
I’m not sure what it is, but it feels like the tide is turning. Modern civilisation can’t survive on a superficial lifestyle alone. People need substance in their lives. In a world where we have every possible object under the sun to gratify our senses, depression and mental health problems are at a record high. What are we missing?
People are scared to ask questions – oftentimes because they don’t want to hear the answer. “Ignorance is bliss”, and I would agree to some extent. But how far can we go in life without asking the fundamental questions such as “Who am I?” and “What am I doing here?”
Maybe religion has the answer, or perhaps its philosophy? I personally think it’s a combination of the two. An Indian holy man once said
“Religion without philosophy is sentiment, or sometimes fanaticism, while philosophy without religion is mental speculation.”
A few years ago I came across some old Indian scriptures. Pre-dating even Buddhist teachings. The philosophy is pretty profound and deep, and I’m still trying to get my head around it all. They claim the ultimate goal of life is to free oneself of all material desires and develop a pure loving relationship with the Supreme.
Seems like a tall order, but every now and again I feel something which is strange, yet beautiful at the same time. It comes at random times, and as quickly as it appears, it’s gone. It stays long enough for me to experience it, but short enough that I don’t get over-familiar with it. Thus it leaves me hankering for it again and again. It’s a feeling that can’t be put into words or described even by the greatest poets.
I can only describe it as being interrupted love.
