Every day this question is asked within. As one starts to be awake and understands the lies and sees the truth of his life.
This question still remains: "What must I do with this life? What can I do with this time? What am I meant to be or do to not waste this life? What employ should I take? What should I do next, this very moment? What can I do to avoid wasting this life? I feel I have something pure and unique, and my life is just an eternal routine that is senseless, tasteless, and wasted. I have questioned my heart about what to do, and it doesn't seem to answer. I am petrified, idle, dull. I see an ocean of things I do not want to do and not a single raft of a thing that I can devote myself to. Everything is forced. Time is clicking. I have started many times to very quickly stop by a lack of sincerity that I knew was missing from the beginning. But as time advanced, I thought I must do something, I must try. And so I occupied myself with work and activities. But I know that life cannot be spent doing random things completely asleep."
There is fear, there is this place within from which one looks that is full of all these questions. Full of fear. One fears to be nothing. One desires to matter as much as the sun matters to the earth. One is not the sun. One has belief one can be a sun. Has one looked at such belief? What sun can a man be? No man has ever been a sun for Earth. Yet all desire to be as immense and bright as the only sun we have.
Acceptance of what is.
Ideas then Action. It is your world. This is your room. We think then act. Within this room, you ask life to make you a sun. This is from this room that you look at everything. And so your life is the same as this room. You have doubt about what to do, yet you dream to be a sun. We create this conundrum for ourselves and live forever within it. Nothing that man knows lasts except the Sun. So he demands to be a sun, so that one is able to know permanence. We are so fearful.
From this room, one looks and expects a resolution. A final state that gives lasting bliss. But one doesn't exactly know what he asks for - peace, lasting bliss. One is not really serious about that. One doesn't really demand peace. One demands profit, advancement, and fame. This room is not the antechamber of the immensity of life. It is the corridor of the ultimate fear to be nothing.
What are your beliefs about bliss? What stands between you and instant bliss? Beliefs. Your mind. "I'll be bored. Bliss is absence of action". Here are beliefs that one rarely examine. One plans for the future because one wants to be something.
One is with the mind, which is this room of endless questions.
A man that is drowning does not ask how to swim. Are you yet drowning?