Be like a broken gong when it comes to the opinions of the world. The words may strike the mind but they don't have to reverberate inside. Let the opinions of fools be like water falling off a duck’s back.
Perceive the voice of a worldling as if it is the wind blowing through leaves, or the strange vocalisations of a creature that arises and ceases. Just sound, nothing more.
One doesn't have to follow the herd if it's going in the wrong direction. Choose your own way.
Life can be unpleasant
Dark times happen
whether I like it or not
Exams are cruel.
I woke up sick
Struggled.
I am not sure I will pass.
Not just the academic exam.
But the exam of life.
I failed in every aspect today.
Got angry this morning.
Couldn’t let go of it.
The horrible mood was sticky like glue.
And the body felt like shit.
A fatigued mind.
With all lucidity gone.
The thirst for non-existence was strong.
I burst into tears at one point.
This world can be harsh.
I hate money
Hate economics
Hate poverty.
I can’t get my head around it at all.
I long to escape.
I wonder what gifts we could build for future generations? What ideas for tools we could develop, that they may need one day? What can we leave behind to help them survive in the challenging world to come?
A world with a huge amount of problematic karma and potential for suffering.
.. and a rapidly changing world at that....
This world is shit, and I have seriously had enough of it.
I am determined to get enlightened in this lifetime if possible. The thought of coming back here to this torture of a civilisation is unbearable. I do not want to ever come back here again. Being human sucks. It is a cold cruel world mankind has created. It seriously and monumentally sucks. The system is shit. Super shit.
I am thinking of a story of a penguin, he was being observed by scientists, and he did a peculiar thing. He suddenly stopped walking towards the sea with the other penguins and just sat there doing nothing, and the other penguins walked around him and continued to the ocean. Then after some time he suddenly got up and turned and started walking in a different direction, one that was away from the nesting colony or the sea and continued going that way on his own. He walked for many kilometres and one of the scientists asked another if they should just bring him back, and the other said no, because he will just try to do it again. But the scientist could offer no explanation as to why he was going off alone in a direction away from the other penguins. It was a mystery.
I feel like that penguin some days. It is so tempting just to drop everything and walk off on my own somewhere - go in a different direction than this crazy human world.
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