Monday, February 3, 2014

Mental Illness


Mental Illness
An old Cherokee Tale goes:
One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said, “My son, the battle is between two wolves inside us all.
“One is Evil – It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.
“The other is Good – It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.”
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: “Which wolf wins?”
The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”

                When the Europeans first came to this country, the Native Americans noticed that there was something seriously wrong with them. They said that the Europeans were infected with “Wetico,” a word meaning “cannibalism,” not literally cannibalism of the flesh, but rather “one who eats the life of another.”The Europeans destroyed everything in their path and never were content with what they had. The Native Americans viewed this as a sickness; a mental illness.
Why doesn’t everyone choose to feed the good wolf? Why does poverty and injustice exist within the structures built by the creature that has the most advanced communal accomplishments of the natural world? I imagine that if you asked that question to a million people, you would probably get almost a million unique perspectives on that question. Up until recently, own answer has been ‘because cultures with a value system built around building machines to dominate the weak have a Darwinian advantage over those who value peace and equality.’ But I think it is far simpler than that. I think that all actions for good or evil can be summed up as: “Someone felt, someone valued, someone acted.”
                We treat the outside world as if it is clearly divided into good and bad things. We base our happiness and our values on things that are external to us. But the things that truly make the world evil do not exist in the outside world. In Hamlet, William Shakespeare writes: “There is nothing good or bad, but thinking it makes it so.” It is not people, nor hunger, nor equality that causes suffering. The things that make the world good or bad lie within our brains. Our brains are the filter that makes a meaningless world full of wonder and magic or full of death and destruction. Your brain is why your grandfather’s death is sadder than a child soldier’s in Africa or why a new sweater is more valuable than a bowl of soup for hungry orphan. Our thoughts and feelings are what ultimately drive us to be moral or immoral beings, or for that matter to even draw the distinction between what is moral and immoral. Whether we are here or not in a thousand years, the earth will keep on spinning and life will continue and there will be nothing good or bad about it.

                It is not impossible to seek only what we need. It is not impossible to live a happy, healthy life without the sickness of “Wetico.” But first, we need to understand why our feelings prevent us from doing so. We need to unpack what makes us happy and how all of us can achieve happiness without hurting others.

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Moments that Matter

Daoists believe that the wisest man in the world would not have respect and fame, but rather would appear insane to the casual observer. I have always admired Daoism, but my own brush with insanity 8 months ago has changed my understanding in ways that I don’t think any sane person could imagine. When my brain misfired, I had the happiest moments of my life. But more importantly, I realized the key to a happy life.
Nothing about my situation was good, or even real for that matter. I was arrested, restrained, institutionalized, and even made friends with 2 imaginary people named Mark and Joe (and I still remember exactly what they look like). Any “rational” person in that situation would be completely miserable as more and more power was taken away from them, but I chose to make friends with the police officers that arrested me, pretend to be an escape artist when I was bound, and made imaginary friends when I was put in a secured room at the hospital. I had achieved a brain chemistry that absolutely refused to see anything that happened to me as negative.
Time itself distorted. I found myself deeply grateful for each passing second and I felt like I was learning all the secrets of the universe by just sitting and doing nothing. I became aware that every moment is a given moment; a gift. It is a gift that I have no way of earning or bringing about, or of assuring that there will be another moment given. Most of the time we are given opportunity to enjoy our moments and we only miss these opportunities because we are rushing through life and not stopping to see them.
What I have learned since my manic episode is that happiness is not about having what you want. It is about wanting what you have. Life is a compilation of moments and each moment lasts an eternity. What you choose to do with those moments is what will determine the overall quality of your life. It isn’t what you have that matters. It is what you do with it. The secret to the universe is not money, fame, justice, or equality. The secret is your brain; the vessel which filters an otherwise meaningless universe into thoughts, patterns, and purpose. All of the problems of the world start here. If we are to truly unlock our potential as individuals and as a species, it is time to take our focus away from the things that plague us externally and learn to, above all, find peace within ourselves.

“When the mind is at peace,
the world too is at peace.
Nothing real, nothing absent.
Not holding on to reality,
not getting stuck in the void,
you are neither holy nor wise, just
an ordinary fellow who has completed his work.” -P'ang Yun (Layman P'ang)