We’ve all heard about this, haven’t we? That outer events do not determine our inner experience. That we are never really at the mercy of happenings and situations. Something in us responds to this. We feel some kind of instinctive recognition that this could be true. Until something challenges us and we collapse into our reactions, our stories and our beliefs. Then the notion of unconditional happiness sounds a bit far fetched, like something out of a spiritual fairy tale.
What happens when we make a strong commitment to living this way? When we actually get serious about recognizing this well-being that is unconditional?
How do we encourage this possibility in ourselves and the people in our lives?
I have been wrestling with these questions deeply during the last while. I’ve written about the Dalai Lama as a living example of someone who has found an unshakeable sense of well being, undiminished by everything that has happened to his country.
Does it seem arrogant, to open myself to the possibility that I could live like this too? Is it possible that this unconditional happiness is not just reserved for special people, like the Dalai Lama?
Whenever I really get deeply engaged in this question, all hell seems to break loose in my life. It’s as if life is nudging me, saying, “Do you really want to know how to be unconditionally happy? Then try this on for size.” In retrospect I can feel the nudges as loving. At the time they seem anything but that.
For quite a while now, I have been dealing with some major difficulties in my life, connected with my family, that won’t go away. It makes perfect sense to my conditioned mind to get very unhappy about these things. And this just perpetuates the whole illusion that I can only be happy when things are going ‘my way.’ I don’t want to live like that anymore. It’s just that simple.