We see ourselves as individuals and therefore we suffer.
Most of us are self-absorbed to a certain degree (myself included), and admitting it is the first step to healing. We’re seeing ourselves as the hero of our story, the center of universe. And we suffer when others see it any other way. Some are even willing to go to war for it.
The thing is… there are no others. We are one. Not in a ‘New Age hippie’ kind of way, but scientifically proven: everything in our surroundings is made out of the same particles. The organization and complexity of these particles might differ from one object to another, but the building blocks remain the same.
We are born from stardust and we’ll die as stardust.
For the short period in between birth and death, it’s our tendency to build up our own importance in our minds. Until we’re full of ourselves… and then some more.
Bliss can be found in fighting this tendency.
There’s no better feeling than pouring yourself into your surroundings, and all that exist within these surroundings. Like a cup emptying itself, until you feel so light you’d swear you could float.
Bliss is feeling connected with your surroundings and all beings in it.
Bliss is letting go of your ego.
Bliss is realizing there is no ego.