Some meditate with sound, others with words.
For the joy of being alive, here is a reflection of my nephew Sébastien.
I remember having seen or heard somewhere that the beginning and the end of life were in fact the same, but what do I really know? And what about the time lapsed between those two moments? I have but scattered and selective memories of my first seven years on Earth. I could not describe accurately the state of mind or soul I was in at birth; neither could I describe a future state on which my mind has no grip.
I am therefore alone here, behind these eyes, inside my head, with this show we call the world as my only distraction; a wonderful sight for my curious eyes, but an often disappointing one for my seeking soul. If only I could leave my desires aside. There seems to be a profound discrepancy between my urges and what is given to me as a horizon. I search and I find, but beauty always fades away. I search and I find, but wonder always weakens. I search and I have ceased to find. I have ceased to search… Curiosity compels me to intangible truths and I wish I could be withdrawn from the world. Have I wasted it all?
The calm of my apathetic despair, like an empty seascape, gradually turns into meditation. I take the time to feel the energy surrounding me and coming through me, and I am slowly reconciled with the world. This feeling is the feeling of life, of an unfettered life, of a life perceiving and recognizing itself in everything. The distinction between truth and appearances diminishes and I can finally grasp reality. Have I wasted it all? No, I couldn’t have, I am not there yet!
A new opening gives me a world of beauty, enlightening my days. I have ceased to search. I find in everything an energy that feeds my cleansed and continuously satisfied curiosity. Fragments of universal and sometimes torrential emotions overwhelm me and I float lightly in my cheerfulness. Life becomes an event of every moment, and I work as I play, and ascend as I love.
If, indeed, the start and end of life are one, the rest of life’s seemingly different parts must also be united as one. My identity has made me so numb that I have lost the ability to listen to myself and to others; but at the core of every morsel of life lays an energy that drives us and demands a life of savouring, assertiveness and growth.
There are only two universal emotions. Between love and hatred, I have found the one that will light my path. I let my heart guide my life, thus I forget, and enjoy the greatest gift of life: living.
Sébastien Carrier Quebec City, August 2011