Tuesday, January 2, 2024
You don’t want to get out of bed. But you might have to, to get to work, or because your bladder is bothering you! Nightly, you might be into a good book or a movie, and you don’t want to go to bed, but your droopy eyelids are bothering you. It won’t be long before you’re bothered again after that wonderful meal. Your appetite returns, and you’ll have to be bothered to go into the kitchen and fix another meal.
Why bother? I could sit around being a do-nothing, but then I’d be bothered by my conscience for being a slug. I could be a workaholic, but not too soon after that, I’d be bothered about not doing anything fun or enjoyable. The plight of the human condition – how utterly bothersome!
This is nothing but a game. This back-and-forth you play with yourself is a bother! You’re in this blind peek-a-boo tournament for as long as you have a body. You get into a bind, then you free yourself – BOO. What’s interesting about the word bother is that at its root is the word BOTH. The universe is playing a game with itself. It’s blind to the BOTH-ness is plays within you. The universe is hungry and it knows how to feed itself. It’s lazy and it knows how to be productive. It’s poor and it knows how to richen itself.
On one side of the mask you smile. On the other, you frown. The illusion of two sides is the bother of the human condition. I can’t be angry and loving at the same time. I can’t be here and there at the same time. Physically, I can be here and now. Conceptually, I can be there and later. You can’t be a both-er. You can only be a one-er. You can’t be bothered. So, why bother?