This fear came up twice yesterday – not in me but in conversations in my presence. The context was quite different.
In one conversation, the group was speaking about self-control, in response to the question “Can there be too much self-control?” We were in jail, sharing a little comaraderie with a group of inmates. The speaker was afraid that life without drugs wouldn’t be any fun. He said that when he got out, he would give up everything but daily casual use of pot – he would need that in order to keep at least a tiny bit of fun in his life.
The other conversation was a satsung with Mooji, which I witnessed on YouTube. The questioner was afraid that enlightenment wouldn’t be any fun – all that peace, space, quiet. Would there be any fun there he asked.
Frankly, I get it. I’m somewhere between my partying days and waking up – and in that middle space I sometimes wonder where is the fun?
My theory is, life isn’t about fun. Fun is some sort of physcial high – a function of neurochemicals. It doesn’t last. But the consequences of it do. The first speaker was in jail due to the consequences of his need for fun and his fear of not having it. And he’s not the only one.
I think the game is about is joy. Joy is what overflows from the awakened state. Some call it bliss. I’ve tasted both versions of “fun” – I choose the awakened version. I’m happy to say goodbye to worldly, bodily fun. And by the way, I’ll say goodbye to the fear of the absence of fun as well because that sounds really nutty to me – whether it comes up in jail or satsung.
