I'm learning to love myself as I learn to love us. By us I mean humanity. By learning I mean that my self-loathing must run deeper than the personal self. And I write in the sense of 'we' because there is so much more that we share than that which we do not.
In the infinitude of variation within and potentially outside of the universe as we know it, we are practically the same or at least never truly far apart. I'm starting to realize that the intricacies and details of our lives are only as important as we think they are. Feeling lonely as a result of a lack of sharing is in one sense delusional. That sense is the fact that our universal sufferings need not be spoken but assumed, once realized.
The weight the nature of existence brings should not be neglected, but the ultimate factor for bonding, a sense of solace in oneness. A unified surrender to these sufferings, the abolition of Buddha's second arrow, might just be the greatest concept of peace in our condition.
Such surrender provides a medium to live in harmony with all else, even within, if not especially within the confines of modernity.
We cannot proceed without the instinct of self-preservation because in our realm, primary existence ends when the existence of the body ends and we have no empirical evidence of otherwise. But beyond such instincts, this surrender saves us all.
