Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes,
working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we dont need.
Tyler Durden,
Fight Club
Splitting Meditation
A place to compile funny or wise, as they sometimes appear to me. NOT suitable for kids
Sunday 18 November 2012
Friday 2 November 2012
Irony
The problem with society is that fools and fanatics are too sure of
themselves while the wise are plagued by self doubt.- Bertrand Russel
Monday 10 September 2012
It's actually bleedin complicated
These
transformations cannot be gained without cost. They required my
learning to live the rest of my days in the ambiguity of knowing that of
all that I am, I am also the opposite. I cannot rid myself of my
demons, without risking that all my angels will flee along with them”
Sheldon Koff
Sheldon Koff
Monday 27 August 2012
Be yourself
We
camouflage our true being before others to protect against
criticism or rejection. This protection comes at a steep price. When
we are not truly known by the other people in our lives, we are
misunderstood. When we are misunderstood, especially by family and
friends, we join the 'lonely crowd.' Worse, when we succeed in hiding
our being from others, we lose touch with our real selves. This
loss of self contributes to illness in its myriad forms.
Sidney Jourard
Sidney Jourard
Saturday 25 August 2012
Could it be more complicated?
The
course of our life is determined by an array of selves that
live within each of us. These selves call out to us constantly - in our
dreams and fantasies, in our moods and maladies and in a multitude of
unpredictable and inexplicable reactions to the world around us”
Hal Stone & Sidra Winkelman
Hal Stone & Sidra Winkelman
Friday 20 July 2012
Kindness
Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing
inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and
purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
It is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.
Naomi Shihab Nye
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing
inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and
purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
It is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.
Naomi Shihab Nye
Wednesday 27 June 2012
Leo Buscaglia on a Zen Buddhism philosophy
Life
is now. Yesterday is past and gone, and only real in
its effect on the moment. The future is not real, and may never be more than a dream. Only this moment now is real. Yet, so many people live under the shadow of successes
or mistakes past, or the possibilities and hopes of the future.
They don't realize that when they deal with the unreal worlds, they are missing the moments, the accumulation of which make a
life. Life becomes a series of moments, either lived or lost.
Since moments pass, as time, there is soon nothing left and life is
over, leaving some poor unfortunate souls having never lived at all.
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