Seeking change: a new laptop, a new car, a new way of making notes on my ‘droid, a new ornament for my garden, a new pair of shoes, a nicer shirt, a fancier wristwatch,…. anything to satisfy this suddenly insatiable craving for change, for renewal, for improvement. I know this is not the right way of doing things. I know that all this seeking completeness in some “thing” betrays only my unquiet heart.
Yet still it gnaws at me.
I was like this when I was a child, seeking transformation in the next perfect toy. But it was a transformation that lasted only for the weekend, until the Monday morning when the same-old-same-old would rear its head, reminding me of the fragility of dreams, that no sooner sated and the thirst would return, as if the unscrupulous vending-meister had added salt to my beverage,… a salt called Ego.
One need not be consciously egotistical to be driven by one’s ego. We all do it. The ego is simply that part of ourselves that seeks to be something more than it is, something cleverer, something more satisfied, something richer, faster, bigger, more complete, more aware, more human than we think we are at present. It also works in reverse. If we seek smallness, stillness, calmness or spirituality, our ego will help us, seeking ways in which we can become smaller, stiller, calmer and more smugly spiritual than all the other poor soulless losers out there.
This is clearly not the answer either.
Ego compares, it measures, and seeks adjustment to the next level. It’s not really helpful, but even knowing this cannot overcome ego’s innate lack of wisdom when the mood is upon us. Ego is far too clever, far too slippery for that.
I know I don’t actually need any of these things. I know they’re not worth striving for. Instead, I’ll do what I always do: sleep, let my dreams dissolve the longing over time, or I’ll talk to my private journal, flick back to hear the voice that is my own, explaining all of this to me. Again. Old lessons,… decades old.
Or,…
I might also blog it, this idea of the unquiet heart,…
Yes,… that sounds interesting!
Except there’s my ego again, living through the imagined eyes of others, attempting to recalibrate itself, measure the degree of moreness to be gained by having others read my words, when what I really need is to pull the plug on this blog, and keep my words entirely between me and my inner self, and thus, like a celibate, preserve my power. Sure, the intrusion of an imaginary third party all the time is just another symptom of the craving for moreness.
But wait!
I realise my blog now references itself. This is becoming really interesting. It’s become a metablog, which is the kind of in-speak they’d use on university courses to describe a form of words, instead of simply experiencing those words and deciding if you like them or not. Interesting! Yes indeed! I’ll blog about it, except “interest” is the bloodhound scent that ego follows in its desire for moreness. It seeks interest in the forms of the world and if it doesn’t find them interesting, labels them dull instead, then moves on to something else.
Yes. That’s interesting! Now all we need is a picture to draw the eye of the passing reader, something really interesting to interest them. Let’s see, what have we?… I lknow, how about my ‘droid. Goodness my laptop is slow tonight,… what I really, really, need is a new one. How much better, faster, bigger I could be then!
Some doggerel to finish:
Be still my heart,…
Don’t let your craving start.
Seek not your thrills in toys,
Lest we lose ourselves in noise.
Nor grasp the world so tight,
We fail to see the light.
The world be found in its embrace,
An endless, fruitless, uphill race.
But if it’s ourself we seek to know,
Then chase it not,…
Just let it go.
Enjoy yourselves, and stay safe.
Graeme out.
But it’s not my Self I seek to know. I already know it and its limitations, its selfishness, its insecurities… I’d really like to know the One who created my Self and why. Excellent doggerel by the way:)
Hi Walk2Write,
Yes, you have a good point here. I think the superficial self is one we can get to know after a while, if we’re “self” conscious enough – the very human side full of imperfections, as you say. The deeper self, the one I’m thinking about here though, is more elusive. In my own philosophy cobbled together over the years, it’s a reflection of the One, and in trying to glimpse it, we try to glean its nature, and through it our purpose. I see it as the bit inside of us that’s capable of self reflection, self awareness, the bit that’s capable of turning to itself and asking “who is it thinking these thoughts anyway?”.
Maybe we’re not supposed to see it, or at any rate most of us are incabable of any sensible dialoge with it. If I could ask that question of it, what’s my purpose, I’ve a feeling it would say I should have been living life a bit more fully instead of wasting most of it asking these damed fool questions.
Good to hear from you as always.
Regards
Michael
Clever. 🙂
Thank you SImone, and thank you for the follow – glad to reciprocate.
Regards
Michael
As always, Michael, you make me think. Admittedly, I accept my desire for the Alpha male position. And now that I am older, I have scaled back my ambitions to Power Lifting. All you gotta do is pick it up. Ah.., just me and those plates. Success or failure- right there. No politics. No people. Clearly defined attainable goals. Helps me get through the day where I am not the Alpha.