Why is not a question I latch on to any more. There is no answer, ever–not really. We can make up stories about events; we can create meaning about what has happened, or is happening, or might happen. But all of that meaning is layering on top of of the truth of any moment that is simply unfolding as it unfolds. Occurrences are unforeseen, often surprising, sometimes shocking, occasionally horrifying. So we make meaning as a fortress against the unknown.
But in the end, it’s mind insinuating meaning, taking away from the extraordinary beauty of being with what is unfolding, in the precious, present moment.
It’s a huge relief to no longer care much about the whys of life. Making meaning is a tiring, manufactured process. More and more, I let the unknown wash over me–now, and now, and now.
© Amrita Skye Blaine, 2012