Last night, husband and I had theoretical reflections about many things including the “self.” One of the questions was why do we have a constant need in life? Why do we have these constant desires to fulfill our lives in doing including helping, giving, acquiring, achieving? My answer is because we don’t know who we really are. We don’t have a sense of being rooted in life which is our nature. Though we are called human beings, most of us are human doings. This is why we have so many people looking for the others as saviors to help them complete their sense of self. This is why we go through life searching for a sense of specialness that operates on the level of “better than” or “more than” or “me, the special one.” This is our purpose in life: to strengthen our egoic sense of self. And it may be the motivating force behind our actions in whatever we do.
So we live in fear that other may be more superior than we are. We invest so heavily on our sense of self by constant comparing, analyzing, labeling, judging, complaining, blaming, and attacking others so that we can strengthen the “me.” We complain about life situations and people. “This shouldn’t be happening….” When we complain about something or somebody, we feel that we are right and the other person and situation we are complaining about is wrong. There is always this precarious sense of self and love being right. So we are constantly in a conflict relationships with things, situations, other people, and even ourselves. We cannot be happy with ourselves because something that happened in the past that preventing us from being ourselves truly or something hasn’t happened yet.
When we can not achieve the specialness in the way we want, we achieve a reverse specialness by feeling unfairly treated by life. By feeling that we are victims of certain people or situations, we feel very special. So we can still win even if we loose. After five minutes of meeting a stranger, this person knows our whole life stories. “Do you know what he did to me three years ago…..” We build our specialness around the suffering that happened or even is happening in our lives and imprison ourselves behind the bars that we erect. But at least we have a story that says our lives treat us “more” unfairly than most people, at least we have the feeling of “more than.” See how clever we are?
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