What’s in for Me?

Everything I do, I do it for myself. I do it with the motive “what’s in for me” – irrelevant whether I am aware or unaware. “I like you” because your character suits me. “I don’t like you” because your attitude does not fit into me. Both has what’s-in-for-me, except the latter is removed from my space as to allow vacancy for another. And I keep seeking and seeking as to expand my space to keep me safe. I never know myself except what’s-in-for-me, next! The more I fill up my vacancies, the further I become – I lost myself in it. I have never questioned what what’s-in-for-me is, except to follow its order.

Another one comes my way…. I am selfish, so I have to learn to be selfless. Yes, to be selfish is what’s-in-for-me, to be selfless is also what’s-in-for-me! Anything I want to be I am already entertaining what’s-in-for-me. I can’t be selfish without being selfless, neither can I be selfless without being selfish. For both are just opposite of the same coin. When I am selfless, I am selfish to myself. When I am selfish to others, I am selfless to myself. Ego can’t get me wrong.

Oops! What about doing good? Surely there’s no what’s-in-for-me. I do good for what? To make someone happy? Isn’t that a what’s-in-for-me too – to make someone happy? What if that person is not happy with my gift? Probably I will not entertain him or her anymore as it does not fit into my what’s-in-for-me needs – I am opening up for vacancies… What about me continuing giving, irrelevant whether he or she appreciate my giving – I will give, and still give until it hurts. Isn’t that too, what’s-in-for-me? For I want to overcome my resistance of giving? I am not giving for anybody’s sake – but to fulfil my inner needs.

So what purpose is this what’s-in-for-me? Diving down into the abyss, I saw the needs to feel good – I am in constant hunger of wanting to feel good, rejecting all other opposite feelings. It is of no wonder I abhor pain and all discomforts. Ironically isn’t that is what in me that propels me to seek good feelings? If I am already where I am, why do I need to keep seeking further? I am in dis-ease, in suffering, trying to extinguish this unbearable feeling by seeking good feelings, ignorantly expecting to relieve myself from that discomfort. I am liken a person drinking salt water to quench the thirst only to keep it increasing.

I will do anything so long as it makes me feel good, feel worthy, fulfilling my need for approval. I will do it with a sense of what’s-in-for-me as that is what “I am”. I am is what I am – so long I am not awaken from this satire need for wanting. And when I am fully awaken to this addictive pattern I am what I am takes on a new meaning. I can be sure what I do is no longer for my own but for the highest good of many.

Truth are but lessons that  you failed to learn presented once again,
so where you made a faulty choice before
you now can make a better one,
and thus escape all pain that what you chose before
has brought to you.

– A Course in Miracles

Mind or Mine?

MIND is a funny factor
But not a laughing matter
I can’t know what is up its sleeve
neither can I know when it leaves

Where is the mind
I do not know
Yet  I do know
There is a mind

I know it exist
But where it exist?
In the now I sense its presence
Elusively it disappears as quickly as it appears

By its performance
I sense its presence
Yet I could not tell
The performer itself

A good conjurer the mind is
With its myriad perceptions
And various feelings
Surprises me without fail

I will laugh
I will cry
I will think
I will feel
Making me a puppet
On a string

Illusive it can be
It shows itself
Not exactly in form
Except its traits.

Until I recognize the mind
I will be at its expense
Even then
A shadow it will lives

When will be its final goodbye
I wouldn’t know
Standing by for certain
It needs to be known.

I can’t release the mind
Except it releases me
Not until I understand it
My journey with it is for certain

Not seeing where I am supposed to see

A drunkard loses the keys to his house and is looking for them under a lamppost. A policeman comes over and asks what he’s looking for. “I’m looking for my keys” he says. “I lost them over there”. The policeman looks puzzled. “Then why are you looking for them all the way over here?” “Because the light is so much brighter here”.

What has my upset got to do with anybody else in the world? I may be cheated, betrayed, scolded, hurt or anything, for that matter. The pain I am experiencing is my pain (even this is untrue) and no one can rob it off from me. I can’t even do anything to my pain, what more of others? What I can only do is either to be with it, to understand it, or to hide it under the veil: through changing my attitude or pushing it away (could I?).

I can’t be cheated unless I give a meaning to myself that someone has cheated me. I can’t be betrayed unless I give away my trust to someone else. I can’t be scolded unless I do not accept what is and expect a different answer. Everything has got to do with me, 100%. The world, an effect, is what I am experiencing and not to accept effects and expect effects to be changed to fit my needs is not just delusional, but also insane.

All my suffering comes from the idea that I can change what has already occur – is it possible? Isn’t that a common sense or rather sense that is not common after all? With the speed of  life I am living, and with little room for inquiry except result oriented, it is of no wonder the mind no longer thinks. The more advance technology is, the more stupid I become. Even a simple arithmetic needs a calculator in hand.

I do not see anybody except my past about them. I do not know anybody except my ideas about them. I do not even know myself, how then could I know anyone else? I can’t even understand myself, how can I expect someone to understand me? When I said “You are making me angry” – I am actually meaning “Thank you for making me angry.” For without you how can I realized there is pain in me that is awaiting to be awaken? And that pain has nothing to do with you as it is all too familiar to me, something ancient. Have I experienced anything so new that I questioned myself, eh, what feeling is that? If it is familiar, then it is in me, not you.

If I say with a tone of upset that “I can’t understand you” – that is true as how can I ever, ever, understand anyone until and unless I understand myself? Even that is impossible. What capacity do I have to understand something that is so complex and baffling – the mind? Understanding myself can take a lifetime or more and to understand anyone for that matter is just a waste of time.

I am the source of my own feelings and thoughts and you are your own source of feelings and thoughts. We have never met though we meet. We have never talked though we talk. We have never connected with each other though I think I did. The closest meeting or intimacy I ever had is my own ideas and feelings. Am I seeking at the right place?

I am alone – that is a fact, but not the truth.