Non(sense)-Duality

I used to think I didn’t know what interested me.
It was true. I didn’t.

I thought I had to search the world to find “my thing.”
I tried so many things, always asking everything, “are you my thing?”

Lots of things appealed to me — but nothing fit.

I was never hit by some lightning bolt that showed me I had a knack.

Somehow I thought if something was “your thing,” you’d be great at it.

I was okay at many things, but great at nothing.

I thought my problem was I didn’t know “my thing,”

I had a friend in middle school who, in ten minutes, could whip out a portrait of a newborn worthy of a Christmas card.

She had a thing.

She became a pharmacist.

I didn’t understand how art wasn’t “her thing.” Things and careers (your life purpose) were related in my mind.

The true problem was I didn’t know how to know if something was my thing.

Because I already thought I knew: you’d be great at it.

That’s not a bowl-you-over kind of revelation.

Unless you thought like I did.

And then, suddenly, see you were wrong.

I couldn’t find my thing because I was looking with the wrong eyes.

The natural follow-up question then is:
“What’s the right way to look?”

That question is unanswerable.

Not because it’s ineffable or mysterious or otherworldly.

But because I never had to ask it.

Once you see you were looking with the wrong eyes, the correct action comes simultaneously.

You drop the wrong eyes.

“You” don’t drop them.

They simply disappear.

And the right ones take over. Without you knowing.

You might be in the middle of using your right eyes, and you won’t even know it. You’re too busy looking at what you’re looking at.

You’re no longer asking anything: “are you my thing?”