Since my early 20's I've wanted to be a Zen monk. Not the kind of Zen monk that sits in a temple all day, but the kind that really knows that he knows nothing and is OK with this and lives a normal life, happy to live a normal life. As I write this, I know I'm lying: I actually want to be a superhero Zen monk, completely free from worry. And that no doubt is what is driving me far from a normal life...
But it's this very desire to obtain the unobtainable that might just make me sit down, shut up, and realise that it's all rubbish: there's nothing to see, there's nothing to change, move along.
I do a bit of music, I skate a little, I watch a bit of TV, I write little stories, I snowboard sometimes, I do some Zazen, and I wear shades when it's not really very sunny. And I write copy, credit control, do customer service, and write some textbooks/storybooks. A little bit of everything. I even pick peaches.
And I know that this is life. But I really don't know it at all.
With such a wonderful world, it's weird that hardly anyone is happy - I don't know this for sure, but I get that impression from the Turkish guy who serves me at the local grocery store, without saying a word, as he stares zombie-like at the TV he has constantly blaring out Turkish game shows. And yet it's blaringly obvious why happiness eludes us: We're constantly looking for it! The Turkish guy is always looking for it in his TV shows. And it's not there. It's in him before he switches it on, but he overlooks it to watch his game shows. And I overlook it all the time.
But why do you expect to be happy? It doesn't make any sense. We've developed to survive, not to be happy. So what's with this happiness thing? Why am I striving for that? That's just greedy.
Happiness comes and goes. There's no fixing that. Chemicals in the brain. You can encourage good stuff, but you'll never be filled with it all the time, and I'm guessing that would be quite harmful, actually. Rather than happiness, I'm striving for...wisdom. Can I pick another word to sound less like a hippy? Peanuts! I'm striving for peanuts.
And that's what I've always found cool about Zen monks. They know that happiness comes and goes. They know that this life is crazy, that essentially our minds are a mess of conflicting emotions. They know that nothing is perfect because perfection is just a word. And they're working on this central problem of existence their whole life. To understand the mind - what it is to be human - to accept it and then forget it. And that's what I want to do.
Now the thing is, how does one do that? How does one work on understanding what it is to be human. Running away and sitting isn't going to help, is it? Well, even though a lot of people think this is running away from life, I don't think so. Have you ever tried sitting still for 45 minutes?
But I don't want to do that. I've always liked being around people - I like the excitement of big cities. And I like working. I like doing something.
The Middle Way, is best for me. God damn it, he was right all along!
"It's all for you. They laid it out for you." Vampire Weekend, Ottoman
*I don't think for a minute that Zen is the only way to gain this kind of wisdom. But for idiots, it's an option.