25 Nov 2009

Desire, Attachment and the Endless Pursuit of Happiness

fireI sense acutely today, that this difficult path I’ve chosen towards celibacy, for the time while I find my truest nature, is leading me towards the polar opposite of how I have lived my life so far. It is taking me down roads I never considered before, and allowing me to explore avenues I used to be afraid of. I am still nervous of. Some of the most basic fundamental things I believed in and ways I acted on that propelled me on a daily basis towards my goals, towards happiness, are changing.

I am discovering along the way that happiness is not something that can be strived for, it is not something that can be grabbed onto, or held even for a moment, or even observed, as it then slips through the fingers. Desire and feelings of attachment take over, and the idea that once I do this then I can have that, or feel that happiness again, or some satisfaction… but only then. It’s always in the future. Or sometimes, as was the case this morning when I woke up from a haunting dream of my previous lover, of really happy times, my subconscious tried to bring me some happiness from the past. But it just made me feel so incredibly sad, feeling that loss from someone I had been so intricately attached to, it just unbalanced my inner peace, and has me shaken all morning. I am writing this now, still feeling shaken, in order to unshuffle my thoughts and find peace.

The very idea of “The Pursuit of Happiness” is a beautifully worded seductive phrase that is unfortunately cruelly misleading, as it points in a direction saying “go forth!” when there is no direction. It is in itself so alluring and inspiring that believing in it is possibly one of the worst causes of suffering in the world today, most strongest seen in America and countries that strive to be like us. There is no happiness to be found in pursuit. Constantly trying to fulfil our desires is as endless and pointless as lugging water across vast distances to the ocean. Its not a debt that can be paid off and then enjoyed, desires just become more and more needy the more we entertain them, and eventually we are in debt to them, dragged around by the throat by our engorged wants and needs into doing terrible regrettable things. Completely enslaved and with no inner peace. Never satisfied for very long before we get dragged around again. It has become a sickness of our conditioning, that we find this a normal way to live, and that we even label it “ambition” sometimes, congratulating ourselves on being ambitious. In fact, I believed in it so strongly, that I created a category on this blog called “the pursuit of happiness”, around the time I met him.

Happiness for me at least, can only be found in the moment, in any given moment, just through allowing myself to feel it. Allowing it to land softly on my shoulder like a butterfly, when I am at peace. That butterfly often only lands when I’m not waiting for it.

I am learning something about attachment too, and it bothers me so much because I am so used to feeling attached to things, to find security in them, so attachment feels right to me. But in every case, loss has caused me pain. With everything in my life I am attached to proving to be more and more transient and momentary, disappearing and even running away, it is forcing me to see what is really true. That being attached in the first place is what has caused the terrible suffering. Eventually, everything passes.

I think of myself as a child around a fire, how beautiful it is… sitting there around it, enjoying the heat, looking at those beautiful colours, watching it dance mesmerisingly, so unexpectedly, sparking and crackling… and then I think “but I don’t want it to go out. how can I keep it? I want this feeling to go on forever.” and so I grasp at it, wanting to own it, have it to keep. But it brings so much suffering and pain to the body, so much damage as the flames scorch and burn me. And when I look at what has caused this suffering, it was the idea of grasping it in the first place. The mind quickly learns that fire is not something to become attached to. This doesn’t mean that the fire is bad, that it should be put out, or that I should never sit around a fire again. I can still enjoy it, I can feel its warmth without actually having it. And sure, I’m not going to have that fire around me all the time. It’s a part of life.

I learnt this lesson as a teenager when my mother showed me how much fun it is to window-shop without having to actually buy anything. We were quite poor and she saw how sad I was that I couldn’t have any of the pretty shiny things in the window, and she pointed out that I can still look at them, enjoy their prettiness and find them inspiring, without having to have them. And we would window-shop for hours, laughing and enjoying all the amazing new things coming out. Many years later I discovered the additional joy to this pleasure, that I wasn’t constantly whipping out the credit card, I didn’t have too much stuff in my life, and I wasn’t in debt up to my neck for buying more designer clothing than I’d ever need or endless beautiful things for the house that I couldn’t afford (although there was a short stint when I had more money than sense and got that out of my system fast). I could have looked at it back then like there was so much lacking in my life, but I ended up using those pretty objects I couldn’t afford as inspirations for hand-making so many things in my life, and spotting design trends that I use in my career today. I wasn’t enslaved by the desire for them to complete me. I hope to figure out how to use this lesson in relationships, so that I don’t feel that there is anything lacking in my life.

I am trying to figure out now, where these lessons about desire and attachment are leading me. Because I do not want to ever feel this excruciating pain and loss over a person ever again, I know that for a fact, and I know that attachment has everything to do with this pain. Attachment has caused the strong physical desires for him, along with extreme anger over being so suddenly and unceremoniously dumped after 5 incredible years invested, dealing with the jealousy of it all being for some other girl who reappeared without any warning, missing our son of his who I lovingly raised and felt was mine-own, missing our amazing life of travel together, ALL these things are around attachment which brings no peace, just unbearable pain into my life, and so much of it.

But on the other hand I have no plans to be celibate for the rest of my life. I want to enjoy life’s pleasures. I want to fall in love again, I really do. I want to find that one special person. I do want to be his and for him to be loyally mine. But that is again, attachment. Perhaps it is comfort in habit. At least that is where I am comfortable now. I need to figure out how to find the middle ground without going through life celibate, or having meaningless no-strings sex with various people I cannot emotionally attach to. But I dont want it to be so middle-ground that I become blah, someone who is unmoveable. I need to find the answer to making it resonate with truth throughout my entire being, knowing that I am doing what brings me bliss. This is going to take a lot of thought and a lot of time to figure out. It’s a very dicey road.

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