Today is 23 December - the deepest pit of the year. I'm remembering the stop it makes in the lowest point before swinging back in motion tomorrow. It's the day of death before rebirth.
Father Sun, may you be strong Father Sun, may you be bright Father Sun, may you burn Father Sun, may you shine Father Sun, keep me strong Father Sun, keep me bright Father Sun, keep me burning Father Sun, keep me shining
The joy of rain as I'm walking down the cold street, with freezing droplets occasionally stinging my face, even though I'm carrying an umbrella. The joy of watching the myriads of neon lights reflecting in the myriads of puddles created in every tiniest hollow in the ground. But above all, the joy of the monotonous sounds of the raindrops beating gently against everything in their way, the steady whisper accompanying just another normal evening in the life of the city. On my way, there will be only one stop to make - the supermarket: I need to buy a few bags of strong tea. This is going to be a long evening at work.
I let go of the things that are never again, Will I use them or need them? No, never again. On my way to my self don't need anything extra, So I'll never go back to them, never again.
Karma is like getting a higher education: what I'm doing now will influence my life quality in the future. And if I haven't passed a test or an exam, I'll have to retake them until I do.
Almost's never work. The closer the almost is to the perfect, the more frustrating it can get, because the almost never crosses the line to become the perfect. Every time I find myself thinking it's just a little change away from what I'm looking for, it's time to pause and wake up.
I keep moving in the direction of my true self, drawing in 'my' people and 'my' things into my world. Life's too short to be wasted on remaking what can't be remade and changing those who can't be changed. Instead, I choose to choose something or someone different. Every change I make either brings me closer to myself or takes me farther from myself. The trick is to see which change is which, and then stick to the former.
We are of the same blood, you and I. ~ Jungle Book, by Rudyard Kipling This feeling keeps me rooted in this world through good and bad times alike. The whole Universe is of the same blood as me, and wherever I am, whatever happens to me, it doesn't change the fact that I belong.
My expectations are a source of disappointment, and they make it difficult to accept everything and be truly open-minded. I guess the path to true acceptance of the things or people I can't accept right now is blocked by my expectations. Remove them, and the road is clear.
- Hey, Nasruddin, look, they're leading a sheep! - Well, what's that got to do with me? - But they're taking it to your house! - Well, what's that got to do with you?
Sometimes the way I act reminds me of a child who accidentally grabbed the hot end of a fire poker. The child is crying but he won't let go, and the longer he is holding it, the more painful it becomes. This would be the simplest of life lessons: if it hurts, let go. Then why is it so hard to do?