I think about life and happiness all the time, and I had an interesting thought the other day that opened up a new way of thinking for me.
I've thought before that while we ask ourselves, "Who am I?" the question we should really be asking is, "What am I?"
It just sounded like it made sense, though I didn't really get anything from it.
But what I realized the other day is that our self exists only in our mind; it's based completely on memories. Our self is 'who' we are, it is our identity; an idea, nothing more.
Once again, I really didn't know what to do with this information.
Then today I realized something bigger.
What is the cause of unhappiness? Wanting something you don't have, right? Whether you know what you want or not, you feel something is missing.
What do we all want?
Here it is: We want our self to have value.
That's it. Pretty much everything we care about has to do with the worth of our self.
You've probably heard how people subconsciously judge everything they see within a fraction of a second, well we do the same thing with our selves.
Like I said before, the self is just an idea, so it makes no sense to worry about how much it is worth. But anything that makes that idea more valuable, we like, and anything that makes it worth less, we dislike.
This is when I realized what humility really is, and why it's so beneficial.
Humility is knowing the self has no worth.
Since the self doesn't exist as anything more than an idea, it is worthless.
Who we are is not the right question, as we are not a who, but a what. You are not physical. For example, if your arm was cut off, would you be any less 'you'?
Regardless of our identity (the 'who'), what we are will always be a miracle.
Little extra thing here:
Pain itself is not bad, the reason it seems to be so bad is the emotion that comes with it. Think about it, there are people that cut themselves, which pretty much proves that the physical pain is not what hurts, but the emotion is. The reason we have the emotion is that we naturally associate pain with the destruction of our body, but who does the body belong to? The self.
Nothing can belong to a 'what', but only a 'who'. A miracle cannot own something, it can only be, and that's all we can do. So when we worry about our body, we are actually worrying for our self, because the body belongs to the identity. We don't actually own our body - it is not ours - we are just in control of it, using it, and we can feel what it feels, that's it. There's no reason to be emotionally attached. (It's borrowing no matter which way you look at it though.)
So I have concluded that the Buddhist teaching of "no-self" is wrong, because we do have a self, but it exists only in our mind, and is thus worthless.
There is no need to worry about the self, because it is not you, it's just an idea. We try to protect it and honor it, but there is no point, it only creates unhappiness because we never see the benefits. We are a 'what', and that 'what' is miraculous.
Okay, I think I've repeated myself enough.
I hope this clicks. Peace.
I've thought before that while we ask ourselves, "Who am I?" the question we should really be asking is, "What am I?"
It just sounded like it made sense, though I didn't really get anything from it.
But what I realized the other day is that our self exists only in our mind; it's based completely on memories. Our self is 'who' we are, it is our identity; an idea, nothing more.
Once again, I really didn't know what to do with this information.
Then today I realized something bigger.
What is the cause of unhappiness? Wanting something you don't have, right? Whether you know what you want or not, you feel something is missing.
What do we all want?
Here it is: We want our self to have value.
That's it. Pretty much everything we care about has to do with the worth of our self.
You've probably heard how people subconsciously judge everything they see within a fraction of a second, well we do the same thing with our selves.
Like I said before, the self is just an idea, so it makes no sense to worry about how much it is worth. But anything that makes that idea more valuable, we like, and anything that makes it worth less, we dislike.
This is when I realized what humility really is, and why it's so beneficial.
Humility is knowing the self has no worth.
Since the self doesn't exist as anything more than an idea, it is worthless.
Who we are is not the right question, as we are not a who, but a what. You are not physical. For example, if your arm was cut off, would you be any less 'you'?
Regardless of our identity (the 'who'), what we are will always be a miracle.
Little extra thing here:
Pain itself is not bad, the reason it seems to be so bad is the emotion that comes with it. Think about it, there are people that cut themselves, which pretty much proves that the physical pain is not what hurts, but the emotion is. The reason we have the emotion is that we naturally associate pain with the destruction of our body, but who does the body belong to? The self.
Nothing can belong to a 'what', but only a 'who'. A miracle cannot own something, it can only be, and that's all we can do. So when we worry about our body, we are actually worrying for our self, because the body belongs to the identity. We don't actually own our body - it is not ours - we are just in control of it, using it, and we can feel what it feels, that's it. There's no reason to be emotionally attached. (It's borrowing no matter which way you look at it though.)
So I have concluded that the Buddhist teaching of "no-self" is wrong, because we do have a self, but it exists only in our mind, and is thus worthless.
There is no need to worry about the self, because it is not you, it's just an idea. We try to protect it and honor it, but there is no point, it only creates unhappiness because we never see the benefits. We are a 'what', and that 'what' is miraculous.
Okay, I think I've repeated myself enough.
I hope this clicks. Peace.