The Thought I Woke Up With #141

Living on Easy Street

Lets face it, most everyone would like to live on easy street. Unless one is into that pious claptrap they call Redemptive Suffering. Them’s the folks that not only welcome pain and suffering, they go actively searching for it. Idea being that heavier the burden and turmoil the greater reduction of the sin-sentence.

For most normal people though, it’s more in line with the way Mavis Staples sings it:

Hard times, hard times come again no more

Many days you have lingered

Around my cabin door

Oh hard times come again no more

What is interesting however is what one considers as living on easy street. To a frugal nomad, living out of a sleeping bag, a T-bone steak and a beer would be tantamount to a posh, slap-up meal. To someone else it may be arriving at a five-star eatery in a Rolls-Royce Phantom, with a Chow Chow named Bentley on the leash.

The thing wanted, longed for, doesn’t matter. Be it a T-bone or a Golden Phoenix Cupcake, the cry of desperation echoes the same; want.

Yes, all wants are cries of desperation. Everyone in ego is unhappy, desperate and terrified. Everyone therefore thinks the answer to safety and security and love rests in things.

And that is why those things are never found in ego. They cannot be found there because they don’t exist there. You want to find peace in a nightmare? How is that possible? It’s not. A nightmare is a nightmare. Right? Of course. Everyone knows this. And yet, and yet, we look for love in things. We look for love where it cannot be found. You want the definition of frustration? That’s it right there. So much so in fact that it drives people crazy.

Living on easy street is a legitimate desire. As far as any desire can be called legitimate. However, the trick is to look for it in the right places. Looking for love in all the wrong places, as the song goes, is a waste of time. So is looking for easy street in the wrong places a waste of time.

Easy Street exists, to be sure. But it’s not a ride on the cushy seats of a Rolls-Royce Phantom. Living on easy street is gliding on the wings of enlightenment.

And where do you find enlightenment? In your mind. It’s on the inside. So lets stop looking for it on the outside.

But, you know, the best thing to do is to relax. Everyone will get there. Everyone. No exceptions. So it has been written.

It’s just a matter of deciding when you want to. In the mean time, let’s leave the last words to Mavis Staples:

Sometimes all you can do is hold on.

Hold on, keep your eyes on the prize, hold on.

Until tomorrow,

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The Thought I Woke Up With #141

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