If we understood the true cost of forever seeking pleasure in our lives, we would run from it as fast as we can.
Pleasure is the opposing side of the coin to pain. Pleasure, pain and fear always travel together. Pleasure flowers in the societal ingrained psychological conditioning of continuous desire. Pleasure breeds fear, for we fear the loss of what brings pleasure to our lives. Our days are lived in the constant pursuit of greater pleasure, a self interested movement which divides all and pits one man's life against another.
The pleasure we find in human relationship and companionship, is unilaterally among us mistaken for the quality of love, and so we, thinking we have this elusive quality, when what we hold is a charlatan, we never seek out the true quality of love which is synonymous to true life. Love is synonymous with life, a timeless state of living in the present moment of now, where man never looks. Love, is a quality of this living present moment, pleasure, grows from a remembered past into a conceptual future, and so the meaning and beauty of life, ever to be found only in the creative present moment of now, is lost to mankind.
Mankind is too busy eternally seeking the continuity of his isolated and divided pleasure, which is always a progression of sensation remembered from the past, projected into a conceptual future, seeking greater fulfilment and a completion which can never arrive, for completion is only found in arrival, in ending, not in a continuous progressive movement. This movement of pleasure which is integral to our individual and societal, religious and functional lives is a movement of continuity from the dead past.
The past is over to life, the past is dead.
The future is a mere idea, yet we see this idea as holding more value than where our lives are found, in this present moment. And so our lives become a kind of living death, divorced from the only true ground of life, aiming for an illusion which exists nowhere out-with our own thinking minds, the storehouse of all memory, the living in the continuity of a dead past. We live surrounded constantly by the creative living sacred quality of this loving, living and dying universe which gave birth to us, unaware of the immense beauty, mystery and majesty which we are all but blind to, for we are all of us, eternally occupied, glued to the train track of seeking future pleasure, a continuity of memory from the past.
An occupied mind seeking pleasure lives in the shadows of that pleasure, which are pain and fear, knows no completion, and comes to die having never truly ever lived.