10-12-2016, 12:09 AM
After more interactive forays in the last year (especially when I meditate), I find space in detachment to be 'dead.' Emptiness is horrid and depressing, but it is 'real' and I have acquiesced to it.
I indulge tinges of self-pity and all sorts of poisons. I smile a lot.
Pay attention to an interaction where you lose composure terribly. Catch yourself, and execute a very crisp detachment. Alternating from the one extreme to equanimity should bring a concsious smile to your face. Laugh.. you could have remained a jerk. Remember this well.
Someday, you must have a similar interaction and remain a jerk.
SEE, it is not that you act one way or the other, it is that you are free in choosing. This is controlled folly.
Will you live for me?
I indulge tinges of self-pity and all sorts of poisons. I smile a lot.
Pay attention to an interaction where you lose composure terribly. Catch yourself, and execute a very crisp detachment. Alternating from the one extreme to equanimity should bring a concsious smile to your face. Laugh.. you could have remained a jerk. Remember this well.
Someday, you must have a similar interaction and remain a jerk.
SEE, it is not that you act one way or the other, it is that you are free in choosing. This is controlled folly.
Will you live for me?