Happiness is your birthright

Life is a movement like a gigantic dance. Every creature, every plant, every piece of minerals takes part to the cosmic dance, but no one chooses which is its part to play. An action, just as common as taking the bus every morning to go to work, is a cosmic event, not of your choosing. To make everything happen, the entire universe has to pull together and orchestrate time and space in a way that the human mind could never comprehend or grasp totally. Understanding the way of the universe is out of our reach.

But the goal of life is not to understand it, nor to seize it. The goal for each one of us is quite simple, although at times forgotten, it is happiness. But happiness cannot be a personal experience, meaning it is not the fact of an individual, it is the nature of life itself. Life creates and destroys with such freedom and joy, it is pure energy in action, with no limitations from good or bad. When we are new born, there is no concepts such as a “me” separate from the environment. The baby is hungry so it cries. The baby reacts to sensations and perceptions. It does not think. It embodies life and its manifestation, without commenting upon it. Crying or laughing occurs, just like cosmic events, unrelated to a specific and separate entity.

As we grow up, the thinking process starts to feed one’s life with labels, possessions and judgments of what’s good or bad. The false sense of identity appears with the identification of our being with our parents, our likes and dislikes, our environment, our friends, etc. We feel as if to be happy we need to become more or less of this and that, we need to achieve this or that, we need to go there or here, and things would be better, we would feel more complete, more ourselves.

What if we just stop the thinking process and just watch and listen? But not the type of watching for looking for something. Just watch, listen, with no intention to get and to understand. Nothing to do, nowhere to go. Just this moment, watch and listen.

Magically, as the thinking stops, the story of our life also stops naggering us. A space is felt like an openness, filled with quiet silence, gentle and watching. Our sense of belonging to anything drops like an ilusion and gives place to independence and freedom. Not only the space is neutral of all judgments and story line, it is actually joyful and beautiful.

What we are is this simplicity, this deep emotion within of intimacy with life itself. There is no separation, there is just what is, what we are, and it’s more than we could ever imagine.