The Pursuit of Happiness.
What a nice phrase, and it’s all American, one of the proud moments, the Declaration of Independence. Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
Sadly, most people are confused about what “pursuit” was back when this was written. It wasn’t seeing after and chasing. It was more like the cultivation, as in a hobby. The pursuit of gardening, the pursuit of stamp collecting, the pursuit of leisure, the pursuit of bridge, good conversation, friendship.
The seeking, chasing after trap gets us where many of us live: I’ll be happy once . . .
Once I get the right mate, job, place to live, clothes, records, etc.
Always later, and often, since the orientation is to later, later, when people get the right job or mate, they are so used to striving for something in the future, they don’t enjoy that, because they are busy scheming, wishing, wanting the next to be found later batch of happiness.
Happiness can come to the child when it gets the ice cream cone it is desperate to lick.
And, many children, simply at play in the simplest of play, are happy just because play is their real nature and happiness is their real nature.
Meditation is the pursuit of stillness.
It’s the pursuit of peace, in the sense that if we are in harmony with the world, and not believing our thinking (plenty on this throughout the book) we are naturally at peace.
The goal of meditation is to hang out in this peacefulness and see how it can deepen, and what occurs in this deepening,
Stillness, too, the stillness we pursuit, not chase, but dwell in as much as possible, the world without words, this is a vast universe of exploration.
How to be curious without words.
How to discover without words to explain all this.
That’s the pursuit, the pursuit of stillness and the world without words.
Another way of saying this:
Meditation is the pursuit of BEING.
We can be human beings, and human doers. And we can wisely blend the two.
But with so much of life weighted to the doing side, meditation is a chance to pursuit the being of our real and deep existence.
And . . . almost by definition, this is a place without words.
This has been said like this:
THE TAO THAT CAN BE SPOKEN IS NOT THE TAO.
And the pursuit of that silent, very real, deeply real world of who we are without the yammer: what a pleasant pursuit.