The world is changing, grinding on its gears, seemingly to a new set of rules. People are confused and afraid…
When I first wrote this, I wasn’t interested in meditation. The only person I knew who practiced it seemed exceptionally unhappy and fearful. Many years later, after I made a return to painting, I became interested in exploring the practice. I have come to realize that many people seem to take up mindfulness only to fortify their egos even more. They utilize it as a tool to be more “spiritual” and “better” than others and walk the path of spiritual materialism.
This story is about four characters and the possibilities they have to make choices in their lives. The first, as I have already mentioned above, imprison themselves in their delusions of self importance. The second type sleepwalk through existence, passively unaware of the richness of life in and around them. The third type seem to have no rules at all, and the fourth struggle to live lives that are informed by spiritual principles. In the constant watchfulness required to remain centered and grounded in themselves, they develop a taste for things that are true. Rather than being caught in a state of continuous reaction to the demands of life, they aim to be more impartial towards the natural forces in play. They see how things really are, regardless of the circumstances. This naturally awakens an attitude of humility and a deep reverence for life.
This story is about paths, crooked and straight, and how they reveal themselves, where they take us, and the decisions we make to follow them, or not.