Monday, October 19, 2015
It seems to me that the biggest, most momentous choice of our lives is
the one that none of us gets to make. I'm talking about the decision to
be here, to be alive. Now before we digress into the choice of leaving
this life, a subject best suited for handwritten notes left on the bed
stand, let's investigate the initial premise. Simply put, we all arrive
here screaming, crying and covered in goo, without prior consultation.
Or so it appears. If in fact we were part of the decision to become
cognizant, the memory of that process has been completely wiped from our
consciousness. But what if it were retrievable? What if we could become
aware of the primary decision to live, the fateful choice to
participate in the world of time, energy and form? Wouldn't that improve
our daily condition? No matter how difficult and confusing life was, we
would always be clear on one thing, "I asked to be here. This is my
choice." Of course, there's another option to consider. We are here
against our will. The unending cycle of birth, life and death is a
sentence. We are souls in prison. But that grim, Matrix-like scenario
falls apart the minute you ask how hell on earth could possibly include
gelato.
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