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Week 27 - More Buddhism - Philosophy

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Is it me or is it becoming increasingly difficult to get through a day without meeting someone who practices mindfulness, swears by meditation, or is convinced karma is a universal law? Only last week a friend just got back from a week-long vacation. She didn’t go to Spain or France or Italy. She went on a silent retreat in the woods. Ironically, she can’t shut up about it.

Buddhism, it seems, is well and truly on the move and it is scooping up people in droves. It won’t be long before saffron robes and sandals will be all the rage on the city streets.

But there is one Buddhist concept I have yet to see do the rounds in the juice bars and the yoga halls. The idea of near and far enemies. This is one of the cornerstones of Buddhist philosophy, but it has failed to ignite the imagination of all the new age hipsters. I can only guess it’s because understanding near and far enemies requires serious self-evaluation, an action that can’t be depicted in a selfie and posted on Instagram.

Buddhists, you are probably aware, love to go on about the importance of compassion, joy, and kindness. These qualities should be nurtured and cultivated through practice. But each of these also has what is known as a far enemy - an equal but opposite state. The far enemy of joy, for example, is sadness. For kindness it’s cruelty. This is a relatively easy concept to comprehend and should be easily identifiable within ourselves. If a friend breaks up with a girl and a week later we’re sending her text messages, chances are we’re on the opposite side of kindness.

The concept of near enemies are a little more difficult to wrap our head around. That’s because the near enemy is a state that closely resembles what we are trying to achieve (in some cases even indistinguishable from the real thing.) A popular example is compassion and its near enemy, pity. On paper they are almost synonyms but in practice they are worlds apart.

Let’s say, this time, our friend breaks his leg and we want to show care and compassion. Most likely we’re going to say “that’s awful” or “sorry to hear that”. But what does this mean? Straight away we have fallen into the trap of confusing pity with compassion. What we are really saying is: “Thank god that’s not me!”

Next we will probably follow up with the classic “Let me know if there is anything I can do.” This is a powerful sentence. It allows us to walk away, head held high, saintly in stature, compassion oozing from our pores. But let’s face it, a part of us is desperately hoping our friend doesn’t take up the offer. Again, we have failed the test because there was a complete lack of intent and feeling present.

Once I ventured down the rabbit hole of near enemies I saw them everywhere I looked. It fascinated me. People confusing arrogance with confidence, recklessness with courage, sex for love, materialistic satisfaction with happiness.

We are all guilty to a certain degree. Problem is we have fooled ourselves into believing our feelings are authentic. Last month my brother got a new job and I was thrilled for him. Genuinely thrilled. If I was hooked up to a polygraph I would have passed with flying colours. But on re-examination I realized I was more thrilled at the fact that his company was nearby mine and there was a strong prospect of him giving me a lift home every now and then.

So where does that leave us? Is the human race doomed because we have difficulties expressing genuine feelings? Should we all jump on the bandwagon and study Buddhism? I can’t answer any of those questions. But I will say that a little more authentic compassion and love in the world wouldn’t be a bad thing.

I’m starting to realize why this concept hasn’t caught on with the hipsters. Too damn difficult to solve.


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Week 26 - Positive Thinking - Buddhism

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A couple of years ago a friend of mine tried introducing me to mindfulness and positive thinking. “That’s all nonsense,” I said.  At the time this was my default reaction to anything new, but I felt I was right to be skeptical.

For one, my friend is one of those happy-go-lucky types. One look at his Facebook feed and you’ll know what I mean. It is awash with nothing but motivational quotes.

“Don’t be yourself. Be your better self.”

“Believe you can and your halfway there.”

The only time I ever consulted him for advice his response was: “Close your eyes. Take a breath and the answer will come to you.”

Needless to say, that didn’t help with my car loan repayments at all.

I was also highly skeptical of all this positivity malarkey. I considered it highly overrated. Sure, a cynical, critical, and cruel voice inhabited my head and it often told me I was doing a terrible job, but this is what pushed me to improve.

In fact, I explained to my friend, all significant achievements in history were fueled by insecurity and anxiety. “Mollycoddling didn’t put man on the moon,” I think were my exact words.

About a year later, after a particularly bad breakup, I didn’t feel my stance on this topic was as solid as before. The breakup hit me hard. During those dark days everything in life was a joyless chore. You name it: Eating food, meeting friends, going to work, showering! They had all become tasks that were pointless. I’ve heard depression described as the complete absence of hope and this is probably best description of what I went through.

Most of the people around me (friends, family, colleagues) didn’t see a difference. I’m grumpy at the best of times. In its natural resting position, my face can only be described as miserable. Even on days when I’m full of joy people have come up to me and asked, “Is everything OK?”

I tired luring my mind into a happy place, but it proved impossible. Learning to juggle with chainsaws would have been an easier task. Instead, I did what I had always done when I felt lost. I drank, I smoked, and I got on planes and trains and went traveling. Each escapade offered only momentary relief before the sinking feeling began to take over again.

By the time I finally dragged myself out of the hole, a month or two later, my mind was made up. I had resolved to never feel like this again. Sheepishly I approached my friend and asked about mindfulness and positive thinking. This time I was a little more receptive. I even suppressed my innate cynicism when he regurgitated nonsense: “When the universe speaks you need to listen.”

I didn’t understand everything that was said but I managed to break it down in my head like this.

Our brains are a little like transistor radios and we are tuned to frequencies. Some of us pick up positive wavelengths, others can only receive negative signals. This is why certain people can be stuck in a traffic jam and immediately use this as an opportunity to listen to their favorite podcast or catch up on study. Then you have others, like me, who bang their fists on the stirring wheel and scream. “God, why do you hate me?”

Not all negativity is bad, of course. Some scientists believe it’s a useful defensive mechanism. Suspicion and paranoia are kept the human race alive for millennia.

Problems occurs, however, when all the positive signals are blocked. This is essentially what to me. All those years I spent thinking about worse case scenarios meant I couldn’t hold on to a happy thought when I needed them the most. After the breakup I didn’t see a light at the end of the tunnel, I couldn’t even imagine one would ever exist again.

Mindfulness and positive thinking can be used to reign in some of those dark thoughts and help your mind become a little more optimistic. They are rooted in Buddhist belief that compassion is the key to good life. Not just compassion for others but showing yourself a little gratitude too. Be kind. Pat yourself on the back for getting up in the morning. Congratulate yourself for tying those shoelaces. Celebrate the small victories that make up the day. Doing this won’t solve all your problems but it will help your antenna pick up some positive signals once in a while. And there’s nothing wrong with that.

 


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