Rambling On – 17/7/18
"These three alone stand: Faith, Hope, and Love. But the greatest of these is Love."
—Was it Rumi? Or Mooji? I can’t even tell anymore.
Too many people are speaking these days, saying things meant to wake you up. But most of the time, it feels like they’re just putting you to sleep even deeper. Like handing you a pillow and the remote: “Here you go, brother. Just lay back and chill. Tomorrow’s another day. Another dollar.”
The Way of the Salary Man—honorable, disciplined.
Climbing the ladder. Cornering the market. Filing into cubicles like trained cockroaches.
Then filing back out again, returning to wives and kids, mortgages and Netflix.
And that’s alright, too.
Because that’s the way it is for many of us.
We’re in a rut—and we’re all trying, in our own way, to pry ourselves out.
To live for something that feels worthwhile. Some higher ideal. Some spiritual anchor.
Some answer to that old, gnawing question:
“How do I fit into all this? For what purpose?”
I used to ask these questions over and over, twisting them around to see if any version made sense.
What is truth? What is reality?
Would Mahatma Gandhi, Mother Teresa, or the Dalai Lama go to a Muslim hell?
Why create the devil in the first place?
Yes—those questions.
The ones every soul eventually asks, when the noise dies down and the heart gets quiet enough to hear its own trembling.
The blind will pass through this life never asking, and perhaps they are the blessed ones. They’re free from doubt and expectation. But for those of us who’ve chosen to look in and look out—this is an ongoing pilgrimage. A lifelong jihad toward Right Understanding. A koan we hold like fire in our hands, unable to drop it, unwilling to pretend it doesn’t burn.
This is my way.
My path.
If praying five times a day helped me, I’d try ten.
If staying in the mosque brought me closer, I’d sleep on its floor.
But maybe I’m just lazy—the worst of illnesses to afflict the soul.
Maybe I have sinned against my own precepts.
Still, I pray with every breath.
And I ask for Grace.
And I try to walk toward the One I came from.
I am winding down now.
I’m like a coin spinning slowly, its ring fading before it drops.
And I just want to know—why was I spinning like this in the first place?
Even if all I find is one small truth before I hit the floor, it will have been worth the asking.
Some may say this is foolish.
That I’d be better off fishing. Or resting.
And maybe they’re right.
But this is my journey.
I don’t dwell on the why or the why not as much anymore.
I am immersed in it now, and if it’s a rut, it’s my rut—and the only way out is through.
Through to realization.
Through to Home.
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