Seeking the Truth

A young man stands up languidly from the bar stool that sits just adjacent to the barista’s home for the next 8 hours of his life. He smiles and turns his head upward, cherishing the last drops of his free late. A woman catches his attention from the nearby coffee-line and says in a bright tone, “Hey, good to see you. Isn’t it your day off?” He smiles back vibrantly while saying, “Yes, it is and thank God!” He then shifts his gaze to the bustle of the sunlit street outside.

Stop . . .

Think for just one moment about how much time we all spend at work. 40 hours a week, 50 weeks a year? Maybe more, maybe less. Does it then not make sense to attempt to do something you love or at least attempt to love what you do? And then there is the question of work. Is the work that gives you money enough? Or do you believe in something more? Do you believe that the collective Spirit of humanity is in shambles? Or perhaps you’re satisfied with not knowing. Perhaps you find comfort in other ways. Maybe you get high, maybe you get pissed, maybe you write, maybe you exercise, maybe you buy lots of stuff, maybe you’re obsessed with comforts? Whatever the case you may want to ask yourself, “When is enough, enough? When is enough stuff enough? When is enough comfort enough?”

Have you found what it is that you are seeking for? Or are you addicted to seeking?

The truth is not something that can be whimsically adjusted to what your thoughts have convinced you it is. The truth is what it is. It cannot be thought, bought or sold. It can be told and it can be felt. You may ask why?

Now you’re seeking.