“That’s me in the corner, that’s me in the spotlight, losing my
religion (ego), trying to keep up with you, and I don’t know if I can do it”
From R.E.M. Losing my
Religion
By nature, it seems that ego drives us, makes us who we are,
enabling us to achieve.
But I also find that ego gets in the way, forces us to view others
through our own rose colored glasses,
expecting things to be a certain way, when we inherently know that they can’t or should not .
One might think that having lived in India, and now in Nepal,
would lead me to look at things differently.
On many days, this is the case, as I do have more patience and
understanding for different ways of living and being. But in many moments I revert back to my,
“don’t let me fool you by my laid back California upbringing”, type A personality.
It isn’t easy being a human being, as we tend to want things
done “our way”, as if somehow we know the
way. The reality however is very
different, as witnessed by the very confused state of the world. This didn’t happen by chance. One can see investment in one’s ego in many people, especially world leaders as
how they try to exert their power over citizens, or make it known that their
country is now the “big guy on the block”.
The rhetoric, the “my guns are bigger than yours”, the movement of
weapons threatening others, is all something that is quite frightening and
screams out, “we will show you”.
Growing up with my parents and two sisters in a Jewish
household in America , there always
seemed to be a need for acknowledgement, to be well educated and achieve in the
classroom or at home, the need to have stuff, the need to have a professional
job, or trying to keep up with others,
more in a material sense than anything else.
I do feel privileged to have grown up in the US and I would never trade this
upbringing, but when I think about how much of the world’s resources Americans
use, I wonder what this is truly
about. When I witness how others also
admire or want to live this lifestyle I feel that it is a path which only leads
to the earth’s further destruction. But
I don’t want to be selfish and deny others, because I’ve had this experience. On the other hand, I also feel that many
might hate me or totally dismiss this lifestyle because they know “the way”.
My life has gone in the opposite direction, living on a
volunteer’s allowance, in which I’m comfortable, but where I would be in dire
poverty in the US. While I might marvel
at gigantic homes and the amount of stuff within these homes, I wonder why this
type of status is necessary, especially given the fact that I can peer out my
window from my flat in Sanepa Chowk and see people living in one room “shacks”
with no amenities.
Given this environment, the need as a human being to want
more resources for ourselves and our families, selflessness, doesn’t seem to be part of our core
fabric. Yes, maybe in some, the saints
of the world, people such as Gandhi, Mandela, Martin Luther King, Jr., those
living in monasteries/nunneries, those who
dress and eat the same food and don’t have stuff.
I think a lot about my son, who is living as a postulant in
a monastery in California as a devotee of Paramahansa Yogananda. Whenever I speak with him, which is maybe
once every six weeks or I’m able to see him, once or twice a year, he always
seems beyond happy. As if somehow, he
has transcended ego and is leaning towards selflessness. He doesn’t spend time on the internet and at this point in his training, is somewhat restricted in his outside
dealings primarily spending his time in service.
Although my life is devoted to interacting with the outside
world, to networking, planting seeds and trying to make things happen, I also
feel that service is key. However I question whether I can be selfless, not needing recognition, doing
“good” things without letting others know while not thinking further about this,
and living without expectations from others. Given the constant bombardment of
wanting/needing to achieve, seeing what others are doing and the inequities in
life, which really drives me, this isn’t easy.
By keeping the image of my son in my mind and his chosen path, somehow I
feel that I have a chance. I think that
it all comes down to thinking less and less about this and letting the thoughts
of recognition pass without dwelling on them
I wonder how different the world might be if we all could be
a bit more selfless and really appreciative of others and their lives. But maybe this is totally opposite to the
human condition. Possibly, if we all try
to be a bit kinder, more empathetic and
less ego driven, the world would presumably be a better place, not only for
ourselves, our families and friends but for anyone born and fortunate enough to
spend time here.