What is life? Is it change? Is there something unchanging in all
of it? What's the "you" that's underneath all the drama and
clutter of life? Is it your emotions? Brain chemistry? Your
certainty? Your power to reason things through? Well, there is a
"something" underneath it all. Maybe it's the mathematical
product of your every experience contrasting with your current
experience. Maybe it's a swirling "something" that is formless,
memoryless, bodyless, timeless? Maybe it's real. Maybe it's an
illusion. Maybe it's a bit of all of these things.
But there's one thing I can say for certain: your attitude
towards yourself and towards the life you find yourself thrust
in determines your happiness. You take yourself wherever you go.
Do you love the person you are taking with you, or at least
tolerate that person? Do you see yourself responding a certain
way to life and a voice inside goes, "No, No, what are you
DOING?!?" yet you behave that way anyhow? Who is that voice?
Some say God. Some say conscience. I personally consider it the
"kid Ken" who has been judging my every move and calling out the
actions of its older tenant. I don't always listen. I'm usually
glad when I do. Although... sometimes, he's just a stupid kid.
