Zen is the way to a better way.
Consider this zen story:
Now that my house has burned down, I have a better better view of the moon.
Most zen stories are about “no self.” I never understood what that meant until my first sesshin, where we woke at 3:50 a.m. for a week and sat zazen (meditation) all day (with breaks). The first day my knees were sore, the second day my back, and soon all of my body was sore and falling apart. On the fifth day, you could say I fell apart – without a role, my narratives, or distractions, and with days of just (trying) to count my breath, the “me” of me disappeared. I was just a consciousness.
I had entered a state of “no self.”
Two realizations followed: the “self” is a temporary, fragile construct; building and defending the “self” is a futile campaign and often harmful to others.
So, let go.
Returning to the zen story:
Now that my house has burned down, I have a better view of the moon.
The story is a metaphor. Literally, this is the story:
Now that I have realized “no self,” I am awake and can see clearly.