For most of my life I thought meditation was about checking out from reality, and living in this fantasy, floaty, blissed-out state where you lost all your drive and ambition to succeed. Where you become lazy and useless, staring at the sky, doing nothing.
All of which repulsed me. As the descendant of German Lutheran farmers and Filipino plantation workers, there’s something in the core of my being that finds any wastefulness or idleness distasteful. Even offensive. Who’s going to get all this work done, while you’re sitting on a hill meditating?
I thought it was like that story in the Odyssey, about the island of the Lotus Eaters. These people lived on an island and ate Lotus and it sent them into this lovely, apathetic sleep. They lost all desire to do anything. When Odysseus’s crew come upon this island, they drifted into such a state that they no longer wished to continue their journey. They simply wanted to remain on the island, eating Lotus, and chilling. Odysseus had to forcibly remove them from the island, and bring them back to the ship. So they could get back to the hard work of making their way home.
If that’s what meditation is, then thanks, but I’m good. I have work to do.
So I really appreciate when someone asks me if meditation will make them lose their edge. Or turn them into a head-in-the-clouds, “everything’s cool, man” slacker. I get it. Continue reading “I was afraid meditation would make me a slacker.” →