I feel I've lived this life, thrown it away, fed it, stored it, bought it, tried to keep it, changed it, made it, studied it, and tried to manipulate it. All for nothing but a lesson in finding my own heart and aligning my mind to that still small voice within each of us. Often wondering if it's the same in others as it is in me. Why do they act and speak as they do if the voice is different? Why do I seem to stand out when others beg me not to. The entire process of living contains this search for personal alignment while being surrounded by people trying to do the same. It really is inherently selfish. I've been called everything and schizophrenic by those who don't know and including them. This journey we all walk never seems to end, yet it is well worth the endlessly painful endeavors those who are chosen follow. We're all chosen, yet our time is never known. When it comes knocking, you cannot keep the door shut. Nobody leaves, nobody listens, nobody takes suggestion, nobody abides by your selfish rule of the vessel it came to you in. It pushes and beats and hammers until every single wall you have falls by the wayside and what's left is purely you. The hardest part, is becoming the person you always knew you were despite the opposition, which, painfully, was you the entire time. When you start letting those voices make decisions instead of fighting or changing or attempting to kill, or push, or pull, or sway, you're not giving up control. You're leading yourself through them. Agreeing with the commands of your heart, once you know they are there, is beyond this world.
As far as I understand, it’s not the same for everyone. In some of us, the mind is completely quiet. The difference is technical because the same information can be shared through other people’s conversations, etc. It helped me realize that whatever they are telling you, is not necessarily an actionable advice. It’s more like an insightful narrative — it pays to listen, but the choices are ours, and so is our responsibility for making them.
"The fact that a man who goes his own way ends in ruin means nothing"
Reminds me of Al from Deadwood, talking to the newspaper guy: "The world ends when you’re dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man… and give some back."
We all end up in ruins. What matters is whether the detritus that's left reflects an architecture of our own making, or some pre-fabricated bullshit from the Societal Overlords Soul Construction Contracting, Inc.
I think his point is that it doesn’t have to end in ruin — but even when does, it doesn’t mean it was for nothing. What matters is that you leave your mark, chip one more piece of that rock, prepare the ground for those who will follow in your footsteps. Until someone, standing on the shoulders of giants, will finally break through and end this hell for everyone. Give the meaning, finally, to everyone who suffered in the past.
Truth only those living life on their own terms, will understand. If you are the prejudiced, you are confused
I feel I've lived this life, thrown it away, fed it, stored it, bought it, tried to keep it, changed it, made it, studied it, and tried to manipulate it. All for nothing but a lesson in finding my own heart and aligning my mind to that still small voice within each of us. Often wondering if it's the same in others as it is in me. Why do they act and speak as they do if the voice is different? Why do I seem to stand out when others beg me not to. The entire process of living contains this search for personal alignment while being surrounded by people trying to do the same. It really is inherently selfish. I've been called everything and schizophrenic by those who don't know and including them. This journey we all walk never seems to end, yet it is well worth the endlessly painful endeavors those who are chosen follow. We're all chosen, yet our time is never known. When it comes knocking, you cannot keep the door shut. Nobody leaves, nobody listens, nobody takes suggestion, nobody abides by your selfish rule of the vessel it came to you in. It pushes and beats and hammers until every single wall you have falls by the wayside and what's left is purely you. The hardest part, is becoming the person you always knew you were despite the opposition, which, painfully, was you the entire time. When you start letting those voices make decisions instead of fighting or changing or attempting to kill, or push, or pull, or sway, you're not giving up control. You're leading yourself through them. Agreeing with the commands of your heart, once you know they are there, is beyond this world.
As far as I understand, it’s not the same for everyone. In some of us, the mind is completely quiet. The difference is technical because the same information can be shared through other people’s conversations, etc. It helped me realize that whatever they are telling you, is not necessarily an actionable advice. It’s more like an insightful narrative — it pays to listen, but the choices are ours, and so is our responsibility for making them.
Thanks for a reminder.
Is this from the Red Book?
"The fact that a man who goes his own way ends in ruin means nothing"
Reminds me of Al from Deadwood, talking to the newspaper guy: "The world ends when you’re dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man… and give some back."
We all end up in ruins. What matters is whether the detritus that's left reflects an architecture of our own making, or some pre-fabricated bullshit from the Societal Overlords Soul Construction Contracting, Inc.
I think his point is that it doesn’t have to end in ruin — but even when does, it doesn’t mean it was for nothing. What matters is that you leave your mark, chip one more piece of that rock, prepare the ground for those who will follow in your footsteps. Until someone, standing on the shoulders of giants, will finally break through and end this hell for everyone. Give the meaning, finally, to everyone who suffered in the past.