Feel the point of it all

A common question asked is, 'what's the point of it all-- simple life experiences, the suffering, and emotional highs and lows?'

Consider the possibility that the meaning of life, the point of any given experience, is whatever you make of it, no-thing but what you decide. That implies responsibility.  What if you could feel your way to love or a message about it, wherever you are?  

Cease to believe in something and the image or memory vanishes. Your surroundings themselves materialize and change or disappear based on thought- feeling energy.  All you encounter is a different version of you requesting love and acceptance.  You are a cosmic chamaeleon. See it all as it is.

Comments

[Jannie Funster]

I agree! We DO get to decide how we view each experience. There is an opportunity to experience love lessons in every moment. We decide how to view all.

xoxo

[Liara Covert]

Jannie, from the moment you consciously take responsibility for how you create and respond to your life, this is an invitation to experience pure awe and humility. Living for the joy of it is easy.

[Berndt]

The point then at any given moment is where one puts their awareness. This then is the focal point.... The point of it is in one's face, and so one merely dunks themselves into the solution or into the whole of it All. When the point vanishes through the swallowing of essence.... one returns to a pointless state of essence which is in its self an infinite point of non focusablitly. However, yes, what one makes of any given situation creates a point or a reason... if the reason is not really true... it will change and morph within time... as the point or reason maker also changes. So in one sense the point that one created was a lie... since it doesn't stand still or doesn't lay in One spot. But again... the lie is all a greater part of the truth... Stupid lies.. throw me for a loop. I got to turn the pencil around to get to my eraser.

[Liara Covert]

Bern, in truth, there is no eraser, no point, no-thing. Peeling the layers of the onion is like peeling through the imagined layers of life. The journey reveals the heart is invisible, has no smell, triggers no tears, and everything you think is real is swallowed up in a vacuum.