I say all these things, as I consider taking a pilgrimage and leaving home. Who knows for how long, or what I am even doing. But I suppose I should start at the beginning:
Life for me has been a strange one...
I grew up close to my two older brothers, in a tumultuous household filled with alcohol and expectations of success. Over time, these issues patched themselves and the goals that seemed so impossible, and foreign were achieved. I got into a nice college, so did my two older brothers; likely will my two younger brothers. Yet the journey there was filled with depression, forced action, and general loneliness.
I expected change in college; and I got it. A new life with bright prospects, in a place where I could meld into normal. And yet "depression" and loneliness came again. In classes I saw the lie of certainty being spread wherever I looked, in how things must always be done a certain way. In enjoyment, I found myself disgusted or alien to experiences. And in life, I saw how empty it all was. So I began to see the world as no different from a dream and instead preferred my dreams where I encountered pleasant lessons and adventures. This made it acceptable for me to become decadent and degenerate as I would try to fill that void with whatever worked: Pornography, video games, music, entertainment, even alcohol at some point (tho I'm glad I hated the taste and never picked it up again). At some point in that year, I saw a book on Daoism; read it for a moment then gave up.
While my grades weren't the best, I ended up doing well enough to stay in college. With my older brother being in a similar boat, we both resolved to fix ourselves. Workouts, reading good books, removing unhealthy habits, and pursuing creative projects... One of which was a tech startup with fellow students, to which I'm unsure will ever get finished. The void never really went away, but I tried to work my way through it. An interesting experience that summer, was when I visited Pakistan and saw my parents' home country; I expected beauty and something foreign, but instead I could only see the same that was back at home.
I had consider myself grown a lot, and I had. I was stronger, smarter, and more productive than ever. So when the next year of college came around things started off very smoothly, but... they quickly came to a halt. I found myself in the same boat as my first year of college; in fact I had never really solved the issues, I had just tried to make the idealizations of success add something to life. So I ended up not doing so well, and left college on the pretense of medical leave. I resolved to make myself better so I could feel that success, for some reason i thought that if I could grasp onto some tangible success things would be better. So, with my older brother (once again), we both worked on our qualities more. More working out, more additions of good habits, complete removal of vices, etc. Yet the emptiness never went away, I was just working past it. I quickly realized as well, that this ambition to go from A -> B would kill me, given time.
So while keeping with the good habits, I came to trying to find the beauty in being 'A' and achieve inner peace. In a way, I found it. I realized the silent nature of reality and how when one stopped looking for the bright colors and merriment, they would notice the beauty that was already around them. It was truly a beautiful moment, one that rarely leaves me as well. Yet, I still found myself drawn to the mystical, and by chance I stumbled on the forum daobums. I lurked around for a day or two... then created an account. This was around February so no one was there to approve it, and I found myself searching for answers. By luck, I stumbled upon the feature to message users without a verified account and I started to ask users directly. The most notable of which being Dwai, who gave me valuable insights and corrected my misconceptions. To this day, I consider him a mentor of sorts...
I can't quite remember which came first, the messages on daobums, or me reading the works of Nan Huai Chin, but regardless I found myself fascinated by the ideas of Samadhi, Enlightenment, Siddhis, etc. It quickly became a large part of my life with frequent meditations and readings. It felt like I was finally approaching the final step. And while my older brother didn't approve much of my belief of "false reality", I quickly found myself believing in it through blind faith. Yet, after a month had passed I became disheartened by the lack of results.
So, I meditated even more frequently and went into periods of heavy seclusion. Where I would spend the day mostly meditating, with this habit going on for weeks. I remember feeling tired, focused, but also invigorated. I felt energetic sensations and the so on more and more. However, at some point, I realized I had been pushing myself and decided to take things more slowly. I reintegrated into life and things were pretty mellow. I ended up being idle for a bit, but it was in this period of idleness that I made many of my actual realizations. After which, I resumed my reading of various topics like the law of attraction, quantum physics, and ancient wisdom. I began to not just know but understand, and for brief moments I understood how time didn't exist and the true nature of reality; though it slowly slipped away. And then the void was no longer "the void" but the truth. I for once understood how blessed and lucky I was, how I was given everything I ever asked for and more. I began to see the union of everything and the truth of consciousness; with at many times when another spoke to me, it felt like I was talking to myself. Time started to stretch and dreams became like realities once again. The intensity of a pressure in the middle of my forehead began to evolve into pain and heavier pressure. All at once, the rigidity of the world began to fall away.
But these realization's... they made me truly dispassionate. I no longer see meaning to wealth, fame, looks, relationships, etc but I live surrounded in a world where thats all that matters. In some ways I wish i could be "normal" but I honestly can't find meaning in those things anymore. Right now... I'd want nothing more than to be alone and for once truly explore. So I feel it now, the moment for me to set off on a pilgrimage and explore in seclusion. To travel without home, to find gratitude when I have nothing, and to truly experience the walkway towards the truth.
Will my family, friends, and associates worry/blame/hate? Maybe... but I will at least let them know, and then I will be gone. I don't know how long it will be, only the universe/god knows the answer.
Tomorrow is my birthday, I'll be 20 then. The day after, May 20th 2020, is the day I'll make the final decision whether I leave or not.
If I leave, I must say that I really enjoyed talking with you all... I might still hop in from time to time but it seems like it will be a solo journey for a while.
On the other hand, who knows, maybe I won't go on the pilgrimage at all and this will be a post I look back to and we discuss. But I worry about that scenario (funny that I worry about leaving too), as it feels like if I keep ignoring the things I know; I will eventually die. Maybe not physically, but this lifetime... would become a wait to the next rebirth.