Tag: buddhism

Many times I have attained a desire, but it fell short of how I thought it would make me feel. So instead of denying a desire or clawing my way toward its materialization, I try and focus on the feeling I’d want if I attained that desire. Through that feeling, I get the essence of…

In my opinion, stumbling towards a desired destination is far better than refusing to move for fear of stumbling onto the wrong path. Because as I stumble, I can use my momentum and gained knowledge to chart a better course. Also, with the right perspective, it can be fun getting lost.

People may have a claim to your actions, but I believe no one has a claim to your thoughts or feelings. Perhaps you owe money for a service or good, but you aren’t obligated to feel guilty or worthless because you made a mistake or someone is suffering more than you. I believe it’s your…

The search for meaning becomes increasingly meaningless within giant engines of socioeconomic change, which are temporary blips on a tiny planet in a vast galaxy in the probable infinity of the universe and beyond. However, while I may not be able to capture it in words and structures, meaning becomes viscerally apparent when I enjoy…

I would rather be a cautionary tale born from pursuit of betterment, than a cautionary tale born from lack of audacity. I don’t want to age into a fretful shadow, haunted by regret and emaciated dreams.

Even when I engage in outward effort, I aim for an inner sense of ease and positive development. In doing so, I believe I’m aligning myself with an existential flow, giving birth to meaning in what seems to be—by our most rigorous scientific measures—a meaningless world (I’m a speck on a rock in the vastness…

Comparison and contrast are how we build linear narratives. Without the differences born from time and space, we could never go on adventures or tell any stories. They’re the fundamental building blocks behind creation and expansion. But all too often, we use comparison/contrast to make ourselves miserable, to deem ourselves lesser than others with “more.”…

Once I realized the “real world” was largely in my head, it became infinitely easier to interact with the reality of others.

Ironically, I can tap into fulfillment by intellectualizing futility. The cosmos will expand and contract, rendering all my concerns into laughable insignificance. My worries will wash away in a river of time. So I’ll relax into simple pleasures—the feel of hot water on my skin, green trees that rustle in the sun, cool blankets sliding…

I have forcefully chased various conditions, in the hopes that one of them would eventually lead to contentment. But after I grew exhausted with this approach (I’m still active, but I now recognize that being demanding/tyrannical of reality often falls short, even when I happen to elicit success), I decided I didn’t want to chase…