I saw more clearly today that I am indeed a self formed out of a blind nature instinctual package, conditioned by family and society to fulfill a role at odds with the best interests of this body.
It didn’t take anything spectacular to realise it.
I went for a walk and before I had even locked the door the salient question was in my mind.
Selfishness.
The other night I had finally seen something about my mother and her “unselfishness”.
I realised that I am the same type of being. Not exactly, but the same class of being.
Blind nature conditioned to serve. Not perfectly, I rebel a lot, but fundamentally I am nothing without “someone to love”.
Cue Jefferson Airplane.
“When the truth is found to be lies,
When all the joy within you dies,
Don’t you want somebody to love,
Don’t you need somebody to love,
Wouldn’t you love somebody to love?
You’d better find somebody to love.”
It hasn’t mattered what other belief I saw through, Gods or whatever, I was set up to serve.
I actually already saw this 3 years ago. That I believed in the romantic One more than god or anything.
I could literally write an essay about this.
The depression. The yearning. The being “used”. Giving it away for free.
Honesty, thinking these days is a torrent of insights. Still sick though, but it doesn’t seem to matter.
Selfishness.
I need to look after myself. Do things for myself. Arrange my life to suit the best interests of this body.
I was trained, both as a social identity and by nature to be a “classic male”.
I am nothing without a female to serve.
Of course, I have rebelled and broken up relationships etc. Acted “selfishly”. But not enough.
I didn’t “break up” with blind nature’s dictates or social conditioning.
I remained just as much a slave no matter how many times I have ended relationships.
The key is what is in this body’s best interests. To arrange my life around maximum pleasure, maximum fun, maximum health.
Not at the expense of anyone else if course.