I love the word loser. I enjoy playing with it, feeling into it, and feeling my own gut reaction to the idea of allowing myself to be one. Some of the time.
Our culture is obsessed with winning.
At school we learn that we have to compete to get what we want. Many of us grow up internalizing this idea and subtly infusing it into our relationships, friendships, career, and even spiritual path.
If this is strong in us, there can be a pervading sense of alienation, disconnectedness, or even mistrust that we carry around.
In my early days as a Buddhist monk, I remember being almost shocked when I began to see that in the quietude of my mind, in this harmless, benevolent environment, I was secretly measuring myself and others according to how “spiritual” we were.
And I was trying to be the best. I was doing many things, some of them ridiculous in hindsight, to be seen as “better than.”
The flip-side of this was that I never felt good enough. Our fixation with winning is an attempt to cover up this feeling of being somehow deficient.
A couple of years ago, I met an old friend, who asked me what I was doing these days. I replied, somewhat mischievously, “Being a bit of a loser.”
His expression was telling. He looked confused. Then he looked sad for me. Then he asked, “You're joking right?”
“Well, kind of…”
Obviously being a loser can mean all kinds of things, and most of them aren't states to be desired! But I find it fun to explore this in a Buddhist context, where winning and losing are seen as just different sides of the same coin.
They never ultimately satisfy; nor can they ever ultimately degrade one's value.
So where does one find value?
That is the question I have found very useful to take into the heart in meditation, in daily life, and in relationships. In doing so, I come across a whole lot of forces, some of them quite strong, suggesting that my ultimate value lies in:
- Approval. Check
- My bank balance. Check.
- An idealized view of being a “spiritual person.” Check.
The list actually goes on and splits into smaller bits, like those graphic representations of mathematical equations. It is the never-ending spin of the self-seeking mind. And its hunger is never satiated.
It’s the force in the heart that is disguised as “that which will make me happy,” but is actually “that which makes life a problem.”
It is a subtle kind of problem—the insidious, weaselly kind, that just cuddles up to you and promises to give you a good time. And then you end up face down in “me” and “why I don't measure up?”
So, coming back to a very simple place in my heart, I like to ask myself: Can you be OK with being a bit of a loser?
It's kind of tongue-in-cheek, but it holds a clear mirror up to the part of the heart that’s always looking for the next thing, scheming about a future, and generating worlds of a nebulous “them” who are cheering me on, or muttering their disapproval.
In other words, delusion!
Allowing the heart to lose a little, let go a little, and not give a hoot a little can go a long way in releasing from these forces of worry, driven-ness, and self-aversion.
Indeed, when I have become obsessed with the winning mind, the force of busyness is one of the first to arrive. It rises up like a long lost friend, and offers to carry me to the promised land. And in getting sucked into it's energy, I lose contact with the preciousness of real peace in the heart.
I lose humility, contentment, and gratitude for the simple things.
Of course there is also the kind of busy-ness that arises out of joy, love, and creativity, rather than compulsion and wrongness. This is a very enjoyable state. In my experience the difference between this and the busy-ness that comes from fear is that we can put it down when we want to.
That other type of busyness is a choice rather than an unconscious obligation.
When we allow ourselves the space to be a bit of a loser, our life can open up in surprising ways. Releasing the pressure of pushing and driving opens up a space in the heart that is present, available, and sensitive.
We taste the richness of being alive. We feel our feet on the ground. We remember that we can trust in the truth that we are valuable just by being. We feel this value in presence every time we release from intentions projected outside ourselves in another person, in time, or in an ideal of “who I should be.”
We have released from selling ourselves out to delusion—and this release, curiously, feels like winning.
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