
One of my old friends from the Finnish hardcore scene wrote me the other day.
She said she had been thinking about my decision to drop everything and move to the monastery and she admitted she thought at fist it was practically insane, but now she started thinking about the life of the so-callled normal people and admitted that that’s pretty insane too.
The drugs, the fashions, the mass culture, the mainstream . . .
She also wrote that monastic life sounds rigid and boring, recognizing at the same time she might be wrong. After all we are all shackled with some sort of chains and rules.
It’s funny, I don’t even think of this lifestyle as rigid anymore (BRAINWASHED!!). And it’s definitely not boring, we are constantly doing something and trying to better ourselves, go forward in our personal understanding and struggles. It’s actually a very progressive lifestyle in that sense. I’ve never been as active or alert as I’m now. There are endless possibilities to go deeper into the nature of reality, to understand more about life. The whole idea of a monastery is that the impetus to be distracted from those aspirations is stripped to a minimum. When your senses are not constantly bombarded with some kind of stimulus, you automatically go inward (unless you go insane before that). Why are libraries quiet? Because it’s conducive for thinking.
After I had lived here for a while, I started getting this feeling of discovering a new dimension or something. It felt like there was another option to take your life towards that is mostly dismissed, but I had taken a shot and it started to prove to be real. It was such an amazing, reassuring feeling. I didn’t find any real satisfaction in life based on the senses and the skin-deep understanding of existence. There is more to this, I have no doubts about that, but from a material point of view spiritual life is a scary road to take and the outcome seems totally uncertain.
One saint in our line used to like to say that first when you dedicate your life to the path, it seems like everything is lost and there’s no gain. After a while it starts seeming like there’s some gain and some loss. But in the end one realizes that there was absolutely no loss, and all possible gain. I’ve had some experience of this. The things I left behind seemed like such huge things for me: everything I had, everyhing I was. But since I let them go, I realized there is so much more to life than those so-called concrete things and relationships we define our identities by. Life is much more exciting and broader and deeper than our materially conditioned narrow vision allows us to think. I’m telling ya!
Ripping the material existence to pieces! Buyaka!
I couldn’t understand some parts of this article Bridges at braindeadbhakti.com, but I guess I just need to check some more resources regarding this, because it sounds interesting.
Daniel, what was it that you didn’t understand? I’d be interested to hear.