Today I saw a woman standing at a bus stop. She held up a blown out umbrella in a vain attempt to take shelter from the rain. A sudden squall lashed at her, but twenty yards down the road the pavement remained absolutely dry.
So life sucks. We can agree on that, can’t we? There’s no need to defend this proposition. But if some of you suspect that I’m being overly negative, just think back to a few moments from childhood that came as rude shock. Extrapolate from there (review similar episodes from various stages in your life) and come to the aforementioned, obvious conclusion. Don’t listen to Pollyannas who try to obscure the clarity of your dark vision when they babble on about newborn babies, flowers and sunshine. The positive-thinking upbeats are just part of the evil. Their one cruel purpose in life is to make you feel bad about your negativity.
As you sink deeper into depression reflect on the Buddhist teaching that all life is suffering. Think, “Thanks a lot, Buddha. That sure helps,” and feel even more justified in holding onto your black funk.
When you hit rock bottom find some satisfaction that you can’t sink any further, and then consider the additional afflictions that could arrive at any moment. Marvel that the possibilities for personal misery are nearly infinite, and smile when you realize that God is magnificent in His Elaborate Creativity.
Find satisfaction in the fact that by wallowing in despair you are actually coming closer to the hidden foundations of All That Is. A star doesn’t want to explode in a super nova, and galaxies fear the black holes swallowing them. The seas shudder as they crash against the unyielding shore, and mountains despise the storms that gnaw at the magnificence of their height. A microbe dreads the touch of an ameba as much as an antelope abhors the rake of a lion’s claws.
By embracing the pervasive Cosmic Despair you enter into the Great Ennui and become one with the true nature All That Is. Unimaginable relief floods your soul as you realize that your futile struggle for happiness has finally ended.
“Thank God that’s over,” you’ll pray as your heart fills with sweet resignation, which is, after all, the purest form of joy.