What if life really is the journey, not the goal/destination?

As I tell kids and various adults, growing up is like grass pushing up through the concrete and then one day, you wake up and find you are the concrete and there is this damn grass trying to push you out of the way. It’s a cycle.

Galaxies are energy radiating out, as form coalesces in.

As biological organisms, we have the digestive, respiratory and circulatory systems processing the energy driving us on, along with a central nervous system to sort through the form/information precipitating out and refereeing the emotions bubbling up.

Societies are that dichotomy of raw energies and desires bubbling up, as civil and cultural forms coalesce in.

Each of us is a product of our times and whether we support the order, or seek out the holes and flaws in it, to push out/push through, further driving the dynamic.

Consider the premise of monotheism, the all-knowing absolute. Yet absolute would be basis, not ideal, so a spiritual absolute would be that essence of sentience, from which we rise, not an ideal of wisdom and judgement, from which we fell. More the new born, than the wise old man. Consciousness seeking knowledge, than any form or brand of it. The light shining through the film than the images on it.

This top down, father figure lawgiver and his ten commandments is more a narrative device to pass on social conventions to generations of citizens, especially respect for authority, as well as comfort for the afflicted.

So what drives us is the desire, more than the objects of desire. That is why many of them often seem superficial, when we do get them. It’s like grass seeking to be concrete, because it is stable. Life is life. It’s the dynamic, not the destination.

Without the ups and downs, it would be a flatline.

The problem is that with this culture of idealized monism, we think there should be some ideal goal as the finish line, not some damn cycle.

Unfortunately Nature doesn’t agree.