Monday, June 21, 2010
we live on
for this is what we do. put one foot forward and then the other. lift our eyes to snarl and smile of the world once more. Think. Act. Feel. Add a little consequence to the tides of good and evil hat flood and drain the world. drag our shadowed crosses into the hope of another night. push our brave hearts into the promise of a new day. with love: the passionate search for a truth other than our own. with longing: the pure, ineffable yearning to be saved. For so long as fate keeps waiting, we live on. God help us. God forgive us. We live on
Fate
Every human heartbeat is a universe of possibilities. every human will has the power to transform fate. you think that fate was something unchangeable: fixed for every one of us at birth, and as constant as the circuit of the stars. but life is stranger and more beautiful than that. the truth is that, no matter what kind of game you find yourself in, no matter how good or bad the luck, you can change your life completely with a single thought or a single act of love.
Luck is what happens to you when fate gets tired of waiting.
Luck is what happens to you when fate gets tired of waiting.
money
people say that money is the root of all evil. But it's not true. it's the other way round. money isn't the root of all evil. evil is the root of all money. there's no such thing as clean money. all the money in the world is dirty in some way, because there's no clean way to make it. if you get paid in money, somebody, somewhere, is suffering for it.
if we can't respect the way we earn it, money has no value. if we can't use it to make life better for our families, and loved ones, money has no purpose.
if we can't respect the way we earn it, money has no value. if we can't use it to make life better for our families, and loved ones, money has no purpose.
our greatest fear
When we truly love someone, our greatest fear is that the loved one will stop loving us.
what we should fear and dread, of course, is that we won't stop loving them, even after they're dead and gone
what we should fear and dread, of course, is that we won't stop loving them, even after they're dead and gone
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
forgiveness
it forgiveness, that makes us what we are. without forgiveness, our species would've annihilated itself in endless retributions. without forgiveness, there would be no history. without that hope, there would be no art, for every work of art is in some way an act of forgiveness. without that dream, there would be no love, for every act of love is in some way a promise to forgive. we live on because we can love, and we love because we can forgive.
suffering
pain and suffering are connected, but they are not the same thing. pain can exist without suffering, and it is also possible to suffer without feeling pain.
the difference between them is this, I think: that what we learn from pain - for example, that fire burns and is dangerous - is always individual, for ourselves alone, but what we learn from suffering is what unites us as one human people. if we do not suffer with out pain then we have not learned about anything but ourselves. pain without suffering is like victory without struggle. we do not learn from it what makes us stronger or better or closer to god
suffering is exactly like happiness, but backwards. one is the mirror image of the other, and has no real meaning or existence without the other.
for example, take my hand. if I open my hand out like this, stretching the fingers and showing you the palm, or if I open my hand and put it on your shoulder, my fingers stretched out like this - that is happiness, or we may call it so for the sake of this moment. and if I curl my fingers, and close them tightly into a fist, just so, we may call that suffering. the tow gestures in appearance and in what it can do, but the hand that makes the gesture is the same. suffering is happiness backwards.
that suffering, of every kind, is always a matter of what we've lost. when we're young, we think that suffering is something that is done to us. when we get older - when the steel door slam shut, in one way or another - we know that real suffering is measured by what's taken away from us.
the difference between them is this, I think: that what we learn from pain - for example, that fire burns and is dangerous - is always individual, for ourselves alone, but what we learn from suffering is what unites us as one human people. if we do not suffer with out pain then we have not learned about anything but ourselves. pain without suffering is like victory without struggle. we do not learn from it what makes us stronger or better or closer to god
suffering is exactly like happiness, but backwards. one is the mirror image of the other, and has no real meaning or existence without the other.
for example, take my hand. if I open my hand out like this, stretching the fingers and showing you the palm, or if I open my hand and put it on your shoulder, my fingers stretched out like this - that is happiness, or we may call it so for the sake of this moment. and if I curl my fingers, and close them tightly into a fist, just so, we may call that suffering. the tow gestures in appearance and in what it can do, but the hand that makes the gesture is the same. suffering is happiness backwards.
that suffering, of every kind, is always a matter of what we've lost. when we're young, we think that suffering is something that is done to us. when we get older - when the steel door slam shut, in one way or another - we know that real suffering is measured by what's taken away from us.
the truth is...
the truth is that there are no good men, or bad men. it is the deeds that have goodness or badness in them. there are good deeds and bad deeds. men are just men - it is what they do, or refuse to do, that link them to good and evil. the truth is that an instant or real love, in the heart of anyone - the noblest man alive or the most wicked - has the whole purpose and process and meaning of life within the lotus-folds of its passion. the truth is that we are all, every one of us, every atom, every galaxy, and every particle of matter in the universe, moving towards god.
weird
Weird?
There are people who cry when they hear folk music, no matter what.
There are people who eat paper and have never really felt like questioning it.
There are people who listen to you like they’re in a car waiting for the light to change, even though deep down they really are interested.
There are people who prefer to lounge around the house in unconventional clothing.
There are people who haven’t had sex yet and people who’ve had sex eight times this week and you can’t tell them apart because they’re equally kind and well-adjusted and happy.
There are people who are on the internet until 4am and you assume they’re looking at porn but they aren’t, they’re reading about underground rivers and concrete graveyards and abandoned subway stations.
There are people who you’re know for ten years and one day you realize you’re never once seen them go to use the washroom and it’s because that’s the way they’ve wanted it.
There are people who talk to themselves and learn a lot from the conversation.
There are people who are not in the target audience yet are the truest fans.
There are people who would jump at the chance to do pornography if asked but they will never be asked and that’s fine
There are people who almost never smile but are almost always happy.
There are people who hurt their best friend and when asked why they say they don’t know, and they really don’t.
There are people who enjoy peanut butter banana bacon sandwiches and always will.
There are people with the same hidden opinions and fantasies and together their thoughts are a silent parallel world where secrets are few.
And they tell me there are people who are normal, but I don’t know what they look like because I’ve never met one.
And neither have you, so why not compare yourself to real people instead.
WEIRD.
There are people who cry when they hear folk music, no matter what.
There are people who eat paper and have never really felt like questioning it.
There are people who listen to you like they’re in a car waiting for the light to change, even though deep down they really are interested.
There are people who prefer to lounge around the house in unconventional clothing.
There are people who haven’t had sex yet and people who’ve had sex eight times this week and you can’t tell them apart because they’re equally kind and well-adjusted and happy.
There are people who are on the internet until 4am and you assume they’re looking at porn but they aren’t, they’re reading about underground rivers and concrete graveyards and abandoned subway stations.
There are people who you’re know for ten years and one day you realize you’re never once seen them go to use the washroom and it’s because that’s the way they’ve wanted it.
There are people who talk to themselves and learn a lot from the conversation.
There are people who are not in the target audience yet are the truest fans.
There are people who would jump at the chance to do pornography if asked but they will never be asked and that’s fine
There are people who almost never smile but are almost always happy.
There are people who hurt their best friend and when asked why they say they don’t know, and they really don’t.
There are people who enjoy peanut butter banana bacon sandwiches and always will.
There are people with the same hidden opinions and fantasies and together their thoughts are a silent parallel world where secrets are few.
And they tell me there are people who are normal, but I don’t know what they look like because I’ve never met one.
And neither have you, so why not compare yourself to real people instead.
WEIRD.
what is life for?
''What life is really all about...''
An American investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal Greek village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna. The American complimented the Greek on the quality of his fish and asked, "How long does it take to catch them?"
The Greek replied: "Only a little while".
The American then asked why didn't he stay out longer and catch more fish? The Greek said he had enough to support his family's immediate needs.
The American then asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"
The Greek fisherman said, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play cards with my friends, I have a full and busy life."
The American scoffed, "I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat with the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats, eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor, eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Athens, then London and eventually New York where you will run your expanding enterprise."
The Greek fisherman asked, "But, how long will this all take?" To which the American replied, "15-25 years." "But what then?"
The American laughed and said that's the best part. "When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions."
"Millions ... Then what?"
The American said, "Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play cards with your friends."
An American investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal Greek village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna. The American complimented the Greek on the quality of his fish and asked, "How long does it take to catch them?"
The Greek replied: "Only a little while".
The American then asked why didn't he stay out longer and catch more fish? The Greek said he had enough to support his family's immediate needs.
The American then asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"
The Greek fisherman said, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play cards with my friends, I have a full and busy life."
The American scoffed, "I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat with the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats, eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor, eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Athens, then London and eventually New York where you will run your expanding enterprise."
The Greek fisherman asked, "But, how long will this all take?" To which the American replied, "15-25 years." "But what then?"
The American laughed and said that's the best part. "When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions."
"Millions ... Then what?"
The American said, "Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play cards with your friends."
freedom...
Freedom and love go together. Love is not a reaction. If I love you because you love me, that is a mere trade, a thing to be bought in the market; it is not love.
To love is not to ask anything in return, not even to feel that you are giving something and it is only such love that can know the most beautiful freedom.
I think that freedom grows when one meets with like-minded people.
Freedom is not to be able to do what you want,cause some people are more fortunate than others,and have more money to do whatever they want whenever they want,but that doesn't make them free,freedom is love and when you have love the whole world is beautiful,all people are one family.The biggest problem in our days we all want I WANT,and when people get what they want they feel depressed after,but if they don't get what they want they become schizophrenic.
Money can buy you a bed but not sleep
entertainment but not happiness
religion but not heaven...
For me freedom is to be able to follow my will/dreams/passions/choic
To be courageous, to move forward, to take steps in the direction I choose.
At a practical level I feel free when my body acts as my mind commands and they are one or in sync and I feel as a whole.
To love is not to ask anything in return, not even to feel that you are giving something and it is only such love that can know the most beautiful freedom.
I think that freedom grows when one meets with like-minded people.
Freedom is not to be able to do what you want,cause some people are more fortunate than others,and have more money to do whatever they want whenever they want,but that doesn't make them free,freedom is love and when you have love the whole world is beautiful,all people are one family.The biggest problem in our days we all want I WANT,and when people get what they want they feel depressed after,but if they don't get what they want they become schizophrenic.
Money can buy you a bed but not sleep
entertainment but not happiness
religion but not heaven...
For me freedom is to be able to follow my will/dreams/passions/choic
To be courageous, to move forward, to take steps in the direction I choose.
At a practical level I feel free when my body acts as my mind commands and they are one or in sync and I feel as a whole.
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