I had a thought yesterday.
That succumbing to desire in any instance, for any reason, makes one susceptible to desire in all of its forms.
To live in this world and to accept the responsibility of maintaining one’s life and commitment to others, to desire to make money, to desire to take care of children, to desire to love one person over another, is to leave the door open for all other desires to continually manifest within one’s life.
That door, kept open, is the Pandora’s box of experiential immersion and leads one continuously through the matrix, recounting the same tales in slightly different forms, revisiting the same lessons, at a slightly higher iteration. A honing process of sorts ensues as the presence enlightened makes choices prescient with deja vu, wandering in amazement as the differentiated scenery of life’s passage takes on familiar hues and tones, sans deep, emotional intermingling within the experiences themselves.
Successive events bring further clarity, further sieving of egoic detritus, sometimes slow like the dripping of stalagtites, sometimes immediate, like the rush of a waterfall crashing into the ocean of creation itself.
Yet, the process is its own end. Desires melt away of their own volition, even despite the mental insistence of perceived necessity and any concern for societal or familial censure. Once the pathless path is consciously embarked upon, its continuation is guided only by the inevitability of the consciousness evolutionary process.
Just a thought.