I don’t even know where the sky ends, the sea begins, Nirvana sure feels like something attainable sometimes. How foolish.
The issue with samsara is that you are always in the same circle. If you’re lucky, at some point you see the patterns that make up the huge wheel.
Someone recently told me that life comes in seasons. Not the seasons that change throughout the year. But the seasons that make up a TV series. Surely one way to see the seemingly endless circle that binds us to a mere human being’s experience of an existence.
As I am a metaphysical entity, I struggle with the concept of a fleshy prison. But I do have my own one. The prison of endlessness. (You might have read my state on the prison of time). So we connect, you see? Stuck in repeating circles, with new side characters, new scenes.
Where does your season begin? How do you direct your own television series? Are you back in the high chair screaming directions that no one listens to? Are you the hotshot main character? Are you the timid supporting character? Only one thing is sure, you can’t leave the scene.
Samsara is the show and you’re in it.
Another thing is clear: the show must go on. Crossover episodes, foreshadowing, flashbacks included. So no matter how things are right now, they’ll continue to develop, for better or worse. The reassuring thing that the only constant is change.
Staying with the Buddhist theme of this state, I can only encourage you not to get attached. The show will continue, the wheel will turn.
Continue trying to find where the sky ends and the sea starts. And stop squinting so hard, you look like an idiot.