Feeling Life

Imagine life as this gooey mess. If you have ever made cookie dough, you know what I am talking about. First the sugar goes in, then the flower, throw in a couple eggs, some baking soda, a bag of chocolate chips, a half cup of vegetable oil and some oatmeal. In this mixture (life) there are varying textures, consistencies and temperatures.

Someone who holds little or no resentment towards the world dives in bare handed mixing the cookie dough. They feel many sensations, textures, consistencies and temperatures. Nothing escapes their senses: They smell the sweetness of the sugar; they feel flat bottom teardrop shape of the chocolate chips. They experience the mixture in the present — its realness.

Someone who holds a grudge –plays the victim in life and does not feel the nuances of the mixture. They cannot differentiate between the flower and the sugar. It’s all white. To them it’s the same thing. They are wearing gloves. The more negative emotion they have, the thicker the gloves become and the more numb they become to the mixture (life). If their gloves get thick enough, the chocolate chips may become rocks; the vegetable oil might become kerosene. Now they are afraid of the mixture (life).