one side i often felt that many american men cannot confront loss, cannot lose..born to win or to seek refuge with mother.
they see strength in winning...
i see strength just as well in accepting loss, in losing.. and this as winning another kind of freedom.
another side, we may all get a bit too used to loss. and this could not end with mere detachment but with indifference. then somebody will say ‚just' loss. this is a de-humanizing game. intellectual shit.
and a reductive way of life will be the result. all means nothing, then why stay alive?
i am finding relief to see that all matters , every human is unique to me and nobody exists ‚out'.
life is still a mistery.
but- mind you, i will always dislike definitions of mistery, platitudes, generalizations, comparisons and evaluations. some are at least good for a laugh...
and by the way, so called romantics are not brainless frogs:
the may roast in hell but they feel the pain.
evasion of suffering is not a solution i am looking for.
did you know, these days it appears that one can buy this..drugs, medicine,books, audio, video, courses,
one can join a religion,
a guru.
really, i prefer a glass of vodka because then i know what i do, a walk in the hills, the scent of pine trees and of seaweed, music which takes
me out or any way of meditation which does not require a new alphabet.
all this helps- but there is no way out of suffering only attitude.
one's own meaning and passion and love.
and there is joy and even happiness happens.
we cannot keep what does not belong to us:
this is what we must all learn that nothing at all belongs to us.
we belong to where we are.here. now.
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