Hello Compatriots,
This, more than any other article I have written in the last 7 months, will draw upon actual personal experience. People fawn over and are obsessed with their self-image. This is the mental construct that the ego considers to be “me”. This phantom image contains all of the experiences of the person’s past. All of the judgements, beliefs, fears, biases, the person has experienced over the course of their lifetime. It is the reason people pay 5 times as much for a shirt or sunglasses, not because it is better quality but because it has some person’s name embroidered on it. The ego, who considers itself the self-image, is insecure by nature and therefore is in constant search of tangible things it can attach itself to in order to bolster itself. People become very attached to their self-image and are threatened by anything that seems to cast doubt or undermine it. However, sometimes circumstances shine light on the fact that the self-image one has carefully constructed and built up is nothing more than a mental picture. If this happens enough or to a sufficient level of intensity it can be the cause of a terrifying, painful, yet liberating event; the shattering of one’s self-image.
The shattering of one’s self-image is one of the most intense experiences a person can endure. I speak as a person who has undergone this metamorphosis. My self-image up until recently, revolved around my perceived ability to outsmart the system and others, my ability to manipulate people and situations, a me against the world outlook on life, where I would be able to accumulate resources without having to, in my eyes, sink to a level that was beneath me. Money was what motivated me, not to buy clothes or cars, for these things never really interested me but in order to have the financial freedom to do what I wanted when I wanted. I told myself that when this happened I would be truly happy. A typical trick played on oneself, in order to endure the unhappiness of the moment. The “I will be happy when…” syndrome, one which I am especially vulnerable to.
Than over a period of a few months, the house of cards on which my self-image was built came crumbling down. It happened when I realized that, I had made it. I had the ideal job out of school, I was making decent money, I had reached a point where I had nothing I was really waiting for. I went into the bank I worked at everyday, saw people signing mortgages that were not suited for them, people encouraged to max out their credit, saw myself in a suit and tie, being groomed into a patsy for this multi-billion dollar corporation who would in a heartbeat sell me out or any one of their customers who were not VIPs and I hated myself and my life. I realized that everything I had been told by teachers, the media, advertisements, and the dogma of our secular, materialistic society was bullshit and I broke down. I didn’t know what to do, I felt trapped, I felt that there was no way out of this system and I just shut down. I fell into what can only be described as severe depression. I didn’t know who I was, I felt alien, I hated everything about the world that I lived in and because I was in this negative mind frame, my vibrations were so low that I could not perceive any good, none. I could not function and quit my job and felt hopeless.
However, with a lot of support from friends, family, and my ex-gf and a rocky climb out of hell, I managed to start feeling good about life again. However, all the baggage of my previous self, the thoughts, the beliefs, the goals, the image, were all gone. It was if I had died and was born again, the old self-image did not apply anymore. It did not vibrate with my frequency anymore, it was incompatible and therefore was gone. I realized that when I had said that life was meaningless, when I was low, that I was right. However, the context of this totally changed. Life is a game, a play, an illusion, life is completely meaningless except for the meaning we give it. Everything is fundamentally neutral, meaningless, we have the choice as to what meaning we assign situations, experiences, or things, or we can chose not to assign any meaning to it whatsoever. This realization has transformed my life to the point where I very rarely experience any strong emotions. I am detached from life, as an observer might be. I can see perspectives I have never noticed, relate to people who I would have dismissed before. I would like to experience a feeling of joy or excitement as my default state of being but it is not a need. I will feel it when I am ready.