I am coveting the mindset of the cool, calm and collected human animal. The Zen master within me is restless and is taking control. Working on the side of a cliff tearing it apart and then encasing it in metal. What a interesting way to get after the cash. This cash that is required to fuel any existence in the modern-world. I feel lost at times, we are not what we do for work. Instead I believe that we are what we do for pleasure and health. If those choices are peaceful, then the world benefits. If not, then more hate, anger, and pain is put forth towards all life-forms.
I nourish my inner-peace with taking work in a foreign environment (i.e. the deep south), working with plenty of individuals with no comprehension of the world that I have chosen to live in, and being away from the things I love. Practicing patience with those who would scoff at my life, moving forward and smiling and taking the time to learn another's perspective. This causes deeper reflection for me. Live has slowly pushed and pulled me along many paths. I have found love a few times, felt absolutely lost just as often, and plenty of times just in-between. My early twenties were a time of change and formation of the actual self. At times nothing seemed worth it, yet I still long for the love of those days. I was mistreated and I mistreated as well. I ended up having to run-away for the sake of sanity. Our brains take up to 30 years to fully mature. From the start a good life has always been there. Loving family, friends, and safety were always present. Others are not so lucky, even in this privileged state of affairs occurring in the modern Euro-American dominated paradigm.
Why do we do the things we do and for what?
We all want to compare our situation to everyone else's. If you tell me how hot it is where you live, I will come back with the proper retort of how hot I have seen it. And so on. I almost crushed my finger off a few months ago, and now if I bother to tell anyone about it they will most likely reply with their own story of personal injury. Are we listening to each other? Or just waiting to flap our lips? Quietness is so surreal and special. It seems to be losing the battle in our little world and time-space. I am practicing listening and hearing people when they talk to me. Not arranging my next story or witty comeback. As the songs says:
"You start a conversation you can't even finish it.
You're talkin' a lot, but you're not sayin' anything.
When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed.
Say something once, why say it again?"- Talking Heads, Psycho Killer. I remember the stories that are told to me.
You are still reading this. Why? Do you not need to be bombarded by some other data source? I have not bragged about what I have been doing, instead I am contemplating the human condition. It seems our culture could use a little more of that. Stop this living for a future that is not guaranteed, choose to live for the present and the future will be beautiful if you are acting in a truly moral and ethical way. Which way? I do not know. You and your ego can pick out of the magician's top-hat. Everybody seems to have that one figured out for themselves and have convinced themselves that they are doing right by some mythical belief system. Perhaps instead it would be wiser to practice the preaching. Lay down the gavel of judgement and pick-up some true compassion. There are whole tomes with millions of believers that are mis-quoted daily for the purpose of elevating the self. Chase money if that is what is important, if that brings you happiness, security, and all that shit. Perhaps our careers, credit reports, diplomas and consumeristic objects define us. If so chase that race.
I will be busy chasing bliss.
nice blog site good post up, for some reason was thinking of the song beds are burning by midnight oil last week so checked out the video and all these years didnt know what it was about just a good sounding tune bringing back memories of aussie!! was lucky to live in australia for a year as a kid and the aboriginal people had big influence on me, loved sharing time with them learning to weave spear grass baskets and playing didj with the elders, listening to the stories, their quiet power and humble ways of living are a fine example for anyone who finds time to take interest in them, they have followed their ways of walkabouts and dreamland forever it seems! if you like aboriginal music at all look up yothu yindu, got to see these guys live all painted up and they rock, djapana or sunset dreaming is a great tune!!
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