What Life is All About 

We are all embarking on a journey that ends in death. In this process, some spoke of journey beyond mind and body through religion. Many look for peace and happiness and yet others for vices and clings on to delusion. To me all things are mind created. This physical creation is caused by ignorance, our craving and desire for existence forming a deep impression in our consciousness. It prevents and obscures our mind from and leads us to believe and perceive the things of the world as permanent and is capable to satisfy our needs.

Everything in life is impermanent in nature, short-lived and superficial but we all form all sought of attachment to it. Life becomes unsatisfactory; we stress ourselves, get frustrated and some ends life when it becomes unbearable. All causes and effects either increase or reduces our virtues or defilements. We are all so trapped in our beliefs and the way we perceive life.

Each of us has the opportunity break free from this limitation that we have imposed on ourselves. We need to practice meditation in order to gain realization of what life is all about. There is a higher self that we need to realize. We will become masters of our mind that can control our senses that exhibits through our bodily actions.

There is going to be less trapping as we progress in our journey to our final destination of life. We feel in control, a lot happier, more satisfied with living and our spiritual life gain better insight. We become more resolve in our spiritual quest with firmer conviction to attain the Absolute Truth. Heaven or Nirvana itself is best described as the uncreated.

We will not be deceived or distorted in our way of life when troubles set upon us. We will deal with them with wisdom and soon enough recover from set back and maintain a balanced mental state of mind. Sooner or later life becomes more carefree and less controlled by our desires and cravings.  We become more peaceful and enjoy the bliss that can be experienced through meditation.

All forms of life fear death. Many come and go. So are my parents, relatives and friends. No one came back to tell me where they go, or what life is out there. What we hear are from religious teachings, spiritual masters and writings. Who to verify them? All I know is that Mother Nature controls every form of life. Death is the ultimate owner.

Then there is the divine power, the word God which is beyond but also within every form of life. God is within us; it is our own essence and is our reality. But who created God or the Creator? In one of the scripture it was stated that “He who have eyes can see the sickening sights, why didn’t The All Mighty set his creatures right?

Let us learn how to die gracefully. Free ourselves from identification of “I”, this non-self entity. Free from obsessions, suffering and attachments. Let us be liberated from the fleeting illusions of life which lures us on and leave us empty.  Create a positive creative energy that sees us through this journey of life.

With Metta

Kelvin Tan

Who do you love?

O faith in oneself is the best medicine.

The past and future are just concept

The present is awareness of the moment.

With Metta

Kelvin Tan

Quote: "i tend to agree with the Deli Lama, in that life is about being happy and helpfull, and the two go together "
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I would circle 5, *strongly agree*.

Happiness is the only noble goal, for ourselves and others.

Quote: " it seems many people liking to be a Sisyphus

 i have no idea what this is?
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The paradox of Sisyphus is that once he reaches his goal, he experiences the fact that the real aim of his activity is the way itself, the alteration of ascent and descent.

Is the existence of Sisyphus not valid in and of itself?  Is it different to roll a rock up hill over and over again than to work Monday through Friday only to do it over and over again?  Or to repeat any pattern of behavior over and over again?

The only problem with the life of Sisyphus is his frustration with it.  If he could find it in himself to be at peace with it, then rolling the rock up the hill would be a joy, and letting it roll back down the hill would only be a rest cycle.

I remember boot camp was hard at first.  They shave your head and call you a worm, yelling at you, hitting you sometimes, getting up at 4 am, having to march everywhere, and lots of push ups, everytime anyone made a mistake more push ups. 

By the time two month had passed I had gotten used to it.  I wasn't scared if they yelled.  Got used to washing clothes with a scrub brush, and shining shoes with spit.  Just got used to all of it.  Even when I got sent to a Marching Party as punishment for failing a surprise inspection id didnt mind.  Hot summer night in August, had to wear Work Jacket, Pea Coat, Overcoat and do punishment exercises with rifle. 

But it was fun just the same.  It was comical.  We would do an exercise until about half couldnt do it anymore.  Then the man would say that as soon as everyone was dong it in unison we would change to another exercise.  Some would cry and say they couldnt while others were threatening to beat them with their rifles if they didnt get with it.  I was laughing and having a good time. 

Sisyphean endeavors are a part of life.  Some things are just a rut by nature.  Just get used to the routine, and get out of it as soon as you can.

what CT meant with the myth of Sisyphus. What CT meant with it is the human bondage as a whole, not just a part of it as your story. With this CT means human beings have been creating various kinds of bondage for themselves and others, and they have been trying to get out of what they have created desparately. how pity!

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Yes, I see your point. 

What greater hope can we have for others than that they will find that they have the key to their chains and can undo them at any time.

What I learned in Boot Camp was that even when others try to make things hard for us we can adapt and overcome.

A Puritan was being tortured to confess to witchcraft in the late 1600s.  They had him lie on the ground and then kept putting stones on his chest.  He could barely speak because of the weight, but each time they bent over to hear his confession he would say, *I need another stone*. 

Ultimately he died of suffocation.  He did not confess.  He did not need another stone, but his faith was so great that neither did he need to breathe.