Dharma…or simply put (meaning in english) our individual calling, duties or principles. We each have our own truths. What is right for me is not necessarily right for another. (But wouldn’t life be amazingly easy if we all had the same truths to live by?!)
Should I take this new job? Is my current lover right for me? Is how I acted/interacted/reacted right for who I am?
Maybe that last part is key: Who am I?
As if answering these questions aren’t hard enough, the physical equipments we have to work with are NOT designed to go metaphorically deep sea diving into the layers of our core personality. Think about it…
…We have eyes that see brilliant colors and shapes, as well as the pain and suffering occurring everyday. Ears hear the murmurs of conversation, nature, music both nasty and sweet. The tongue tastes all the nutrition we put into our bodies. And skin feels the soft, gentle touch of a lover or wind; the physical pain of abuse or an accident. Our noses smells scents from armpits to dinners…from hot, smoky fires to the rain that washes them out.
Don’t get me wrong, these are WONDERFUL things…our five sense. However, I cannot decide which job to take by sniffing daffodils and I cannot decide to stay with or to leave my lover by licking lollipops.
And…just to further complicate things: What about what I WANT?! Can I want the same things I need?? (oh, I think life would be grand if that were so!) Can’t I have my lover…even though basic communication skills are lacking? Can’t I have the lucrative job even though it exploits those less fortunate? Can’t I eat all the cookies in the world and still get all the vitamins and minerals I need to sustain a healthy body?
So. What happens when we’ve searched long and hard and deep into the darkness of our souls and find out (to our horrid disdain and fear) that: No Julie, you can’t sustain a healthy body on cookies alone. Or: No, you need an intimate partner who can communicate his needs effectively as well…otherwise you’ll just be miserable.
Here it comes:
But…But…won’t I be miserable if I have to eat all those vegetables EVERY DAY? and won’t I be miserable WITHOUT that guy who can’t communicate? and…won’t the money make me forget that my job is causing others to suffer?
Finding out our truth is haaaarrrrd work. We have to go beyond the physical layers of our bodies…work through the trickiness of our emotions…to discover something that we might not want to admit. Then what?
Then, we have a choice. And this choice is so very hard. Emotionally jarring. We might think we’ll be scarred for life. But the amount of courage it takes; the strength we can muster to actually live our truth is what makes us the GREAT human race. The ability to do what’s right for us.
I’m shaking my head right now thinking: Man, life is freakin’ hard sometimes! But totally worth it.