Simple Life is Effortless
The ego loves its complications, doesn’t it? It spends hours unraveling mysteries best left alone. It finds answers where there are no questions. It finds questions where there are no answers. And oh, the sound bytes from idiots that we have to endure if we are connected.
I say “Cut the cord with all of its implications.” You will find the new birth to be uncomplicated. No blood is lost and no soccer matches will have to be attended. No noisy and nosy people will call at your door. The new birth leaves you alone in a troubled world.
No, you won’t be a misanthrope, although you may be called one—and worse. You will be home at last.
Just a little warning. You will have to live with yourself and its attendant problems. These are vapors that do not smell like patchouli, as my old friend Jeff Belyea used to grin and say. These noxious gases are coming from your old ego-factory. It is no longer producing anything real, but the fumes of fury are raging beneath its old foundation.
When and if this happens to you, try and take a walk or do a chore you have been putting off. Otherwise, you will be tempted to paste the pieces of the cord back together. You will regret not doing what others want you to do. You will feel guilty about finally knowing what true peace feels like.
I know that the bindings and twining of the ego and soul seem impossibly difficult to separate. But apparently until you experience this knowing consciously, you will not be able to go ahead and strive for your soul’s freedom.
Every day I wake up anxious. Later in the morning I become clearer about my situation. I am here doing the only thing I can possibly be doing. I write to you. Some hear and some don’t. Some laugh and some cry. It’s all okay. As the late Lewis Grizzard said, “Elvis is dead and I don’t feel too good myself.” The situation is impossible. I raise a glass to the humorists and the song writers and poets of this world. Let us do what can’t be done and be what can’t be realized. On with the show.
Vicki Woodyard