We are not living to have our way. We are not living to do what we want. We are living to serve our destiny, to be who we are capable of being, to realize our potentiality, in doing what is calling us to do it-- aligned with our original nature, in accord with the Tao (The Mystery), the mystical flow of time and place-- in each situation as it arises all our life long. This puts us in the position of Luke Skywalker in relation to Obi-wan Kenobi and Yoda, as we take up the work of finding our life and living it, of discovering our original nature-- our gifts, our virtues, our spirit, our vitality, our balance and harmony, our energy-- and incarnating it, exhibiting it, expressing it, serving it, moment-by-moment, day-by-day, throughout the time left for living.
We are not free to chose our choices. Or to chose our preferences. Or our disinclinations. Or our desires. Or our fears... The list is long. Forever long. Freedom is the greatest illusion ever. We have to see the way we see, until we no longer see the way we see, and we do not determine when that will be. We have to feel the way we feel... Think the way we think... Enjoy what we enjoy... Be the way we are... And we talk about freedom. We should expand it to be clear about what we mean. We mean freedom from oppression. Freedom from somebody else's religion. Freedom from somebody else telling us what to do. Freedom from unwarranted intrusion into our lives. Freedom from invasion, from the demolition of our boundaries, from someone else's idea of how our life should be lived. We want our bondage to be natural, and not artificially imposed. But freedom as a way of being in the world is not ours to possess. I recall the investment firm's commercial of a mighty bull trotting along an endless beach at water's edge, while the theme song played in the background, "To know no boundaries, to let ourselves roam free..." The bull was bound to run on the sand. Not swim in the ocean, or fly in the air. Our bondage is absolute and inescapable. Being clear about that relieves us of the burden of thinking we can will ourselves to happily ever after with just a bit more effort. And then, there is Snoopy, reminiscing about his days at the Daisy Hill Puppy Farm, lamenting, "Once we got over the fence, we were still in the world." It's called the fallacy of the Garden of Eden. "One bite of the right fruit and we are free as the breeze, blowing where it will." Another way to think of the breeze is to say it doesn't know what to do next, looking as it is, for the way out of here.