A guaranteed future seems a good idea doesn’t it.
Understandable. Seems as our system was designed to reproduce –
for the continuation of the species, it is designed for forseeability.
But it is uncertainty that keeps us entertained –
enough to keep us living a lively life.
Otherwise, monotony, boredom and deadness.
Then, usually, complaint.
Our system wants what is not healthy for us.
(Not having a guaranteed future is especially difficult for woman.
Our worldwide system was designed by, and for men. Very.)
Often people look for the *ideal* partner, and if they are not
perfect they set about perfecting them.
Then get bored with their neurotic predictable creation.
(Fear cancels excitement. Two sides of the same phenomenon.
The alternative is – being with what is, in each moment.)
Here is a story.
A man died and woke up in a beautiful room.
Whenever he thought of something he wanted, it appeared
instantly. Decoration, food, the exact type of woman he liked.
And so on.
After a while he spoke out loud: “I don’t know who is running this,
but I am tired of being in heaven.
A voice replied: “This is not heaven.”
Happy living in the momenting.