The great debate about abortion is Where does life begin? Of course I can’t answer that. However, I find it ironic that in all likelihood the only true peace in our worldly existence is when we are in our mother’s womb. That heaven-on-earth nirvanic serenity doesn’t last long enough. It gets rudely interrupted by the excruciating physical pain of our own birth.
Our first moments of life are so traumatic that we instinctively learn to cry. Unfortunately, it all goes downhill from here.
We are born to try to rise to the top of a series of undefinable, changing set of goals. The most we receive by winning is an unsustainable expansion of our egos, temporary possession of impermanent objects and a guaranteed chance to spin the wheel again. However losing is far easier to understand, you get less — less of everything. Therefore, we quickly learn of the desire to win — with less regard to the prize or consequence.
Instead of confronting the harsh reality, we build fantastical ideas to help us cope with this process. We get quite good at convincing ourselves that the very few worldly things that we possess are far more important than what they really are. And then, when we inevitability lose them, or even worse, lose our perceived value of them, we convince ourselves of the easier truth — it was never that important to begin with.
Unfortunately, we are not meant to learn from this. At the first opportunity we still instinctively jump to the next temporary worldly desire. Thus, this old wheel that brings us neither comfort nor peace has neither a beginning nor an end.