“We are not human beings having a spiritual experience, we are spiritual beings having a human experience.” Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
That quote changed me. Not immediately though, but the sound of it pounded in my head for months… or years. I turned it around, analyzed it over and over, and in that process I changed, because my daily decisions changed.
If we are essentially spiritual beings, if that is our quintessential quality. If we are alive only for a short period of time, and this time is supposed to be used for growth, trough human experiences and material life. Why impair it? Why demonize the human condition? Why condemn others for their flaws? Why forbid living fully? Why avoid pleasurable experiences? Isn’t beauty food for the soul? Why did we understand that only suffering causes the spirit to grow?. Of course the enjoyment should be a generous, empathetic and compassionate one. There is no joy in injustice. True happiness only exists when it’s shared, understanding that is fundamental for fully experiencing. It’s about an honest joy, a fair joy, without the intention to harm or hurt. A joy that is a product of harmony and integration, a consequence of understanding that others happiness, is basic for mine too.
Suffering is a reality, is part of life. It’s inevitable. Good byes, physical pain, death, endings, are going to cause suffering to all of us. We don’t need to go looking for them. Pain will come and teach us all what we allow ourselves to learn. The spirit will enrich from that learning. Nobody doubts it. Fabricating suffering, I don’t understand.
Happiness will come too, will knock on our doors softly a few times per day. We will let them go, without inviting them to come in, because we have programmed ourselves to feel they are frivolous, banal and vane, and to value only suffering and sacrifice. All that happiness lost forever….. Isn’t that a extreme case of vanity? Aren’t we lacking the necessary humility to accept that mundane and simple things are good for us? Are fear and guilt ruling our lifes? Isn’t that lack of love? For ourselves for starters… Aren’t we throwing away the divine gift of human experience?
If our spirits only get one chance. If being alive is an exception. If this is the only chance to understand how complex the human experience is, how difficult accepting our flaws, how humbling the failures, how brave the good byes, how fragile it all feels. How contradictory. Shouldn’t we stop listening to that voice that is always interrupting?