Joy

The purpose of life is joy.  Isn't that just the most fabulous thought? Don't those simple few words just make your heart swell and sing with happiness? Just the very idea of that thought feels good.

That something feels that good, is not to be sniffed at.  When some random thought or idea feels good to you, and sometimes really, really good, do you not wonder why? And when some other thought or idea does not feel good, for no reason of which you are particularly aware, do you not then also wonder why?

Could it be that our feelings, our emotions, are trying to tell us something? Or if not actively trying to tell us, then perhaps gently guiding us? Gently giving us a system of guidance by which to live what can seem like our very complex, difficult, painful, confused lives?

How many times have you, like myself, um-ed and ah-ed over which decision to make, which turn to take, which action to make? The agonies one puts oneself through when trying to decipher 'right' from 'wrong', 'good' from 'bad'.  Have you read up on a subject? Sought the opinions of others? Consulted an expert? Written your own lists of pros and cons?

I find it intoxicating (in a really exciting, thrilling, hallelujah-esque way) that I might already have all the guidance I need for any possible dilemma, there, right inside me, all the time; that in fact there really is only one question: does it, whatever it is, feel good?

What's that old doctor joke?

A man walks into the doctor's consulting room. 

MAN: Doctor, it hurts when I do this.. (man demonstrates)

DOCTOR: Well, don't do it then.