About Wound… And about Licking It

As you may have known by now, I regard this blog as a manifestation of my social responsibility to the world (and you, my friend, happen to be in it). This responsibility arises from my own journey in this universe−throughout which I have experienced and learned wonderful things.

The most wonderful aspect of the journey, I think, is the chance to feel pain or to be wounded. This may come from experiencing failure, loss, or others. Now, before you start to think of me as some sadomasochistic dude or something… Errr, well, let me tell you that I’m not. I don’t derrive pleasure from being hurt. I suffered from it. But that’s when the beauty comes into play.

As Buddha noted, suffering is the essence of living. Suffering is the end (or the new beginning) of the cycle of whatever you aspire to in your life. Let see if this example reasonates with you:

“… First, you spend your day with your collection of porn miserably, waiting for a beautiful girl to come filling your life; you take action and you finally get your desired girlfriend; you feel happy as you’re delighted by her beauty and affection; for some reasons you break up; you start to feel depressed; and before you know it… You start to watch porn miserably, and wait for another beautiful girlfriend (again)…”

And again, before you start to judge me (or Buddha… I’m just agreeing with him after all, you know) of being a pessimist, please look at your life. It does happen, in a different form, in a different girl, car, achievement, house, or professions…

So, what does this tell you? No… It doesn’t tell you that you’re doomed, pessimist (ha-ha, kidding). It, in fact, tells us that we are liberated−that being happy is good, but so is suffering. It tells us that it’s normal to experience any feeling. It tells us that whatever you’re experiencing right now, whatever phase you’re at in the so-called samsara cycle, is just what it is.

In particular, the underrated suffering has it’s own blessing in disguise. It gives you the depth of life. It gives you a chance to lick your wound and be wise, as it reminds you that all the things you think you have in this world−again, I’m talking about girls, car, achievements, etc…−  are just illusions (yes, your trophy you’ve got from a competition, is just a figure made out of metal to which you, your father, and colleagues give a handful of meaning… Think about it). It tells you that you’re more than those stuffs (suggested reading: Fight Club, by Chuck Palahniuk), not to mention that it connects you with everyone (where do you think sympathy and empathy come from?).

Anyway, enough of all of this mumbling. The moral of the story is… This universe is essentially good. It is only capable of giving love through the happiness of your illusions as well as the lessons you experience throughout your suffering.

For now, just cheer up and smile. J

Have a good day (and enjoy licking your wound),

Ganda H.

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~ by gandzhutagalung on April 28, 2011.