We SAY things with our lives; even when I’m lazy, I’m stating that I’m in love with (or trapped by) the perpetuation of comfort. Add in the fact that I have limited life, and thus limited things to say…
So why not make the boldest, truest statements possible?
Denying one’s body is as erroneous as indulging in it. Perhaps there’s a reason why our consciousnesses were placed in these fragile space suits…
But regardless, it’s an opportunity to learn and explore, and THAT’S something I plan on taking advantage of.
The other day I was wondering: What is this obsession with acquiring and hoarding brand names?
Instead of pining after brands, why not become one?
Casual acceptance of ignorance will transform the psyche into a dull bludgeon, while the aggressive pursuit of precision will lead to a finely bladed mind.
I believe that in some all-powerful corner of our beings, we chose to infect ourselves with a calibrated dose of weakness…
So that if we chose to, we could experience the glory of rediscovering our strength.
IMHO, pleasure in order of fulfillment: The lowest tier is physical/materialistic, next up is mastering cravings through discipline/creativity, and most fulfilling of all?
The pleasure that comes when you stop seeking pleasure.
IMHO, One of the harder truths to acknowledge is that while most of us aren’t selfish, most of us are self-centered, and tend to use our anecdotal lives to judge the rest of existence.
It’s not a good or bad thing, but something to be recognized and dealt with so we can push our respective evolutions.
IMHO, there is usually not an immediate need to be skillful, but there is always a need to understand HOW TO BECOME skillful. That requires a willingness to ditch old identities, and be as brutally objective and self-honest as possible.
What’s the goal of [meditation/ritual/contemplation]? IMHO, it’s not to perpetuate the need for such things; actually, the goal is to operate at your peak and see that everything’s okay, whether you do those things or not.
(But yes, those things make it easier to get to that point)
I suspect that there is more to life than the next hit of joy or the next immersion in agony. I suspect that wise words and ancient rituals fall far short of what they are meant to point me towards. I suspect that the exploration of existence will reveal that every answer is right in front of me, and that my exploration was not to solve any dilemma or burning question, but only so that I could know the joy of constant discovery.
Dirty Sci-Fi Buddha 