What do you really want from life? Really. Be honest just this once. Don’t give me the pat answer, one of the ones you’ve been selling yourself since you were a kid – to be fearless, to have enough, to have control of your life, to be enough, to quit saying stupid things, to know what’s true, to be included … and on this day in February, someone you can love who will love you too.
As powerful as they all are, they aren’t really it. Come on now. What is it? What do you REALLY want?
Isn’t it pretty darn simple? Isn’t happiness what you really want? Isn’t it what everyone really wants?
That’s the reason it comes in so many flavors, why there isn’t one path for everyone. Happiness, or what we think will give it to us, is personalized – made up in the moment, a constantly evolving target, individualized for the avatar we believe ourselves to be. As long as our focus is on the person we think ourselves to be, we cannot but be in search of happiness.
The game also has different levels, just like a video game. Heck, there’s better than good odds that this is a video game! 😉 The goal is constantly augmenting and intensifying itself, just out of reach, always just beyond the fingertips of the player. Hit your target on one level and the next level magically appears – the game levels up with ever ascending difficulty — so what we think will make us happy changes as we move through the maze of our personal game — life.
In video games there are secret levels and bonus rounds – levels that appear for no reason at all. They open doors to things you weren’t looking for, and wouldn’t consciously choose, just like life. Life has many of these detours, bonus routes, and unexpected derailments than those that you intentionally envision. If you look close, it’s pretty much all secret levels and bonus rounds. Life seems to be made of them. They’re fed by change itself, the losses and yes, even the gains that send you spiraling into a rabbit hole, walled up in a cave or strolling down a winding road. We never know when the game will level up again, when one path will end and the next begin. It’s rarely what we expect. Life is made of surprise and fueled by love which is nothing if not pure unconditioned potential.
So what’s the end goal? What if there isn’t one? Would that be bad? We play our roles, don our different avatars, move through the levels of the game … and feel happy, feel sad, feel angry, feel mad, feel ecstatic, feel lost, feel included, feel star-crossed. We feel. WE. FEEL. With each new level we feel more. We lose a bit of our hide and the scales of armor containing the person weaken. We feel more alive. We learn. We live. We learn to be fully alive, to feel it all, and when the next level pops up, when the old is left behind, there we are, at the beginning once again, but no longer the avatar, we are the game.
What a love story this is. No harm, no foul, just unending levels of play, every possible experience, love taking form after form, feeling the sensations of life, its sensuousness, its raw reality, its aliveness. Sounds pretty happy to me … but what do I know.
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