I've been thinking about the notion of perception, illusion, and being. I'm reading Tolle's The Power of Now. It is horribly written and I've drug my feet reading it. BUT, I am able to hang in there to get the meaning of the book. There was this one part of the book that really struck me. For example, how much of my life experience I based on my senses. When I think about death or things ending, it is not so much about the actual finality, but, the fact that I will not be able to SEE (with my eyes) a person, place, thing, etc. So, I had to think about if I did not have the ability of sight. How would my quality of life or how I felt about my life change? I realized in that moment how much of a baby I am about the amount of privilege I have in my life through the use of my senses, my limbs, my body. I was aware how I cripple myself through my own mind and create my own suffering. What would it mean if I let go this perception of myself? My perception of myself, others, the world, has created my own unhappiness. If I let go, I may actually experience something...pain, joy, whatever. Through my own perceptions, I create my own illusions, my own fantasy land, my own suffering.
So, I have all this great insight and I'm slowly working through it and allowing me to feel the freedom which comes with free will, ownership of my own shit, and being responsible...being responsive. Ugh. As liberated as it might sound to the reader of this post...I can actually feel a tension in my body as I let go of this armor I created for myself. It is like slowly working through letting go of a heavy burden I've carried for most of my life.
Sorry for the rambling, long post for any lurkers. I've just been terribly self reflective tonight. I mean, a FB quiz told me 2010 was the year of Perspective for me. And FB quizzes don't lie!

Gosh, I hope you people know I am joking here.