Tag: Buddha

Every day, my fingers pass by a formation of symbols that can craft weapons, worlds, and wonders.  A grouping of symbols that, when properly arranged, reach into peoples’ minds and play their hearts like finely tuned instruments. So for me, the question isn’t:  “How can you write?”  It’s:  “How could I NOT?”

The core of me seems to demand that I consistently leave behind those musty, comfortable husks of identity that I grow time and again as the years pass by. It may not be pleasant—or easy—but it always seems to bring me peace.

Personally, when I take what the Muse gives me and I shape it as best I can for other people, it seems that she gives me more and more… I suspect that it’s because that what I was originally given was never really mine, and giving it away is the best way to ensure that…

I suspect that help comes in the form of clues and grace…but if that’s true, then I also suspect that I open myself to its presence by willing to cast aside comforts and dogmas, and let go of all the trappings of my old self—those once-useful devices that now keep me from tasting freedom.

While I used to be driven by the possibility of “nobility,” now I’m driven by pragmatism.  I realized that every chance I have, every opportunity I’ve been given, is a privilege and a gift; as I’ve grown older and examined the world around me, I’ve seen that some people are born without chance or opportunity. …

One of the ways I deal with depression is I sit in it, acknowledge it, lay out what needs to be done (even if it’s something mundane), and start doing it.  This “de-personalization” of depression seems to reduce the overwhelming immediacy of it, and gives me some room to remember that my problems really aren’t…

If there is indeed some grand benevolence that orders existence, it has made its design cryptic and contentious.  There are countless “correct” ways to express my belief/disbelief of it. But what seems readily evident to me is that there is great reward in functioning well, and passing the fruits of that function onto others.  Whenever…

The days when I’m dragging, the days when I have to assess everything I’m doing to make sure whether it’s worth my energy and moving me forward… Those are the days that teach me the most; they make me appreciative of the days when I’m filled with inspiration and enthusiasm, and they also teach me…

Without being ruthlessly humble—without being able to admit that I’m out of my depth the INSTANT I realize it—I can’t use others’ knowledge as effectively as possible, because I’m clinging to the notion that I know it all.

I’ve seen many folks forced into low, laughable positions because they were afraid to get laughed at. The hero’s predecessor is often the fool.  The willingness to appear ridiculous is synonymous with the willingness to venture forth and acquire hidden treasures, which are recurrently protected by pride and obstinacy.