
The death of my Mom taught me many things. She had been suffering from dementia for several years now and her conditioned had declined steadily over that time. I believed, that when the day came, I would be able to deal with it in an orderly fashion. After all it had been foreseeable and we had plenty of time to prepare. What I didn't expect was, that when she passed away I immediately started missing her former self, more than I had through all those years. Her dark humor, her strange conspiracy theories, her love of nature and animals... I really miss her mind, more now than ever.
My Mom didn't drift away peacefully like in the movies. We stayed at her bedside throughout the entire process and I think it had a deep effect on all of us.
I like to think that I have control over my life and the circumstances that ultimately determine whether or not my career and my personal life are successful. But how much control can I really exercise?
I can't sleep. I can't control the moment of sleep; I can't control when I relax or let go.Yet I have some control over the circumstances that can contribute to a healthy sleep schedule. I can dim the lights, open the window to let in fresh air, put on relaxing music .... but the ultimate moment of drifting away is elusive to me. I can't force myself to fall asleep.
How much control do I have over a project, that I really love doing? Hiring crew members and contractors ultimately means giving up control. But by not doing that, I don't necessarily have more control over the outcome of this project, because all contributing factors are now dependent on my own mental state and surrounding conditions.
So it isn't necessarily a question of the "right" or "wrong" way to do something, but instead a question of "letting go". But how can anybody do that? I seriously ask myself that question over and over again ... how can anyone just give up control over something, that is really close to their heart? Is it just a leap of faith? Is there some way to predict the outcome, when I put my heart, my soul, my love into somebody else's hands?
It probably comes down to the question of whether or not we live in a just universe. Just by observing the news I think we can all agree on the fact, that there is no such thing as inherent justice in the world. Buddhists may believe in karma and the consequences of a person's "doing", but these consequences are not predeterminable either, since they arise out of a consciousness that has free will (at least to some degree). If you are Buddhist and you believe in a non-dual reality beyond the realm of what is perceivable to us, then you also need to believe in the unpredictability of a person's "doing" and therefore human nature is ultimately unpredictable.
I remember this story of a guy who took DMT every day for 6 months straight. He documented his experiences on and off the drug over the entire period. During one of his trips he was on a hill and a thunderstorm was roaring at him. He felt like giving up, like the sheer force of the winds would simply blow him away. But he realized in that moment, that a human being's strongest and most valuable quality is perseverance in the face of impossible circumstances. He saw creatures as tall as buildings pass him by and felt the universe in its totality. And he knew that the life of a human being is unique in that regard and the story it tells is irreplaceable.