3AM Thoughts

What need is there to fret about purpose? We are living through the greatest mystery – life, consciousness, universe.

Merely trying to understand this is enough of a purpose surely.

Dont forget its incredible to be alive at this turning point in history no matter what happens. Dont despair. Be bewildered. This is the craziest weirdest turning point in history. We don’t know what’s going to happen.

Dont forget how incredible it is to be alive at all.

There is mystery behind the mundane, woven into it. A sneeze or yawn is just as mysterious as love or ecstasy

Pay attention to how it feels to be a body. Once you start paying attention, things get freaky. You start catching yourself off guard like “yeah, I am a flesh-and-blood creature, I am a physical being”. Feel your skin and listen to the sounds coming from within and feel what joints crack – how that sensation feels. Overall it’s just something you have to dive deeper into experiencing.

Worldy ambition is a paltry marker of purpose. Purpose is universal. It is wanting to know and understand. It is wanting to feel apart of. It is wanting to connect to other lifeforms and other human beings and just the general web of life and universe too.

To feel connected is indeed the universal purpose. Worldy ambition is apart of that for sure, but it is only a toe dipped in the water.

We are going through a planetary turning point. To humans, it is a crisis. To life, it’s like somebody’s hand smoothening out roughened velvet. Putting things right. Addressing an imbalance.

What purpose we should find in addressing this crisis is for each of us to endeavour to participate in the larger community more fully. We can only process this crisis fully together. Few of us have the intellectual and emotional capacity to fully take on this crisis individually. We need to come together, not just to work together but to feel together. Indeed we only ever do feel when it’s shared.

Learn to recognise the miracle of other people all around you. How fascinating its, that all these beings are around you, and you can’t see inside their head, but you imagine it’s pretty much like another you in there. Same old carnival of conflicting voices, running on loop.

What a miracle it is, coming together and communicating. Two busy thought-infected creatures, able to recognise and listen to each other. What a miracle they can even become friends.

Joining in some way, although deaf-blind to each other’s inner realities. Miraculous.

There is sweetness and beauty in friendship which makes anxiety about purpose dissipate just a bit. Or perhaps altogether, depending on how deep you go.