Meditation or peanut butter?

I don’t think that there are many people in the world that don’t like peanut butter. I could be totally wrong about this, but I think that most people would agree that its pretty “up there” on the special condiment shelf. There is something about the creaminess of it, the rich velvet tasting nutty sweetness that spreads joy throughout the taste buds, leaving a calm and buzzing hum in your mouth for some time after licking the plate clean.

For many of us eating is a drug of choice, it provides instant comfort and satisfaction and pleasure. If you are consuming something that you find delicious, your world tastes delicious in that moment. I read something interesting in the local newspaper recently, it was a report based on research that had been done in a lab at  Connecticut College. Basically, the research found that Rats liked Oreo cookies as much as they liked cocaine. I also remember reading that they ate the filling before the cookie. Which suggests that the high sugar content was what the Rats liked most. The post in the paper was brief in description, but I decided that the point. or theory that could be suggested as a result of this study, is that sugar is a highly addictive substance that could be as addictive as cocaine.

I guess peanut butter would be a little different as its sweetness would be created more naturally than a cookie, especially if it was organic and freshly crushed. I don’t know, I am just guessing. You see my point though? you see where I am going with this?

So I’m thinking as I sit here with a bulging tummy and belly button that has seen less stretched days. What tastes better than peanut butter? Not as a food, as an action, a thing to do, a hobby or interest, something that fills an instant requirement for joy and pleasure and satisfaction, that is not related to anything else with addictive and possibly self destructive potential. We all know where we are heading with high food consumption, large alcohol consumption, sex addiction or Gambling obsessively!  We don’t always talk about it, but these paths lead to misery not happiness, greed and anger, fear, anxiety and depression. Obviously there are more habits that are as dangerous for our minds and our souls purpose as the previous stated. Me, I am just trying to get beyond the peanut butter, but other people, they are trying to get beyond their own peanut butter, which might appear as a spending obsession or a strong physical need to exercise, to produce natural drugs, which are healthy and in most cases proven to be great for us, until that exercise becomes an obsession and our bodies begin to pay the price for the minds craving, for a natural shot of dopamine every few minutes.

I guess we all crave that instant relief, especially when we are suffering. Our minds race with questions and memories, the painful truth of secrets unshared, betrayal and the inability to heal through forgiveness. The only choice then, seems to be to embrace self love and understanding. To allow yourself enough space to feel what you feel without judgement and to make a decision about moving forward with healing and hopefully in a time frame acceptable to your needs. Of course there are many options available, a trained therapist is obviously one.  I guess most people choose this option, I hope that they do anyway. There is a little too much stigma attached with therapy for some. It can be viewed as a sign of imbalance or inability to cope. I know many male friends that feel this way. They feel a trip to the therapist,wether it be a councillor or psychotherapist is somehow related to who they are as a person, or more to the point who they are not. They tell themselves that speaking about issues is not masculine,but is for the weak. They consider that these things are really no big deal, so then they become a bigger deal, that are not healed, because there is a choice made to numb the mind with a substance, with an action that will produce this immediate feeling of relief and comfort and safety. An instant but fleeting escape from the tormented mind.

This is where listening to yourself can be of amazing benefit and consequence. Taking time to put yourself in a meditative state that is pleasurable to you, somewhere that you can hear the wisdom of your own mind. If you are still, you will receive that instant joy, that peace and calm, that safety blanket will rap itself around you and if you are brave, you can go further into your thoughts and discover, what stories you have told yourself along your path, that have led you to believe in something that has never been of true service to you. An abusive relationship, a crippling mind focus, an inability to progress. A fear of change a destructive habit an obsession that has taken over your journey. Your path, your purpose is still within you. Consider it a seed, it will always lay dormant in you until you give it the right ingredients to grow. Nothing outside of you can interfere with its growth without your permission , it is as present as the blood that runs through your veins.

I could write passages on why meditation is an awesome choice for an awesome life, why it will change the way you think and view the world. I could talk it about all day for a week, that would certainly keep me away from the peanut butter. The thing is, before we choose, we need to decide. Sounds crazy hu? I mean, we can tell ourselves that we need to change destructive habits and behaviours, for a better life, a happier more fulfilling existence. We can choose meditation, we can even make time for it and experience that blissful energy of peace. However, we need to decide that we are worth it, that we are capable and industrious and courageous. We need to decide to put the emphasis on what really does work, what really does serve us, that brings benefits into our life not only immediately but constantly and potentially, always. Something that will serve us through the long haul, so that we can break free from destructive attitudes and behaviours, preparing us to make room to decide what we will do to feed this seed that lays dormant within us all.