One day I will die. Will I be no more than some words, a photo or a memory?
He spent the first half of his life trying to escape from his human condition, and the second half of his life trying to recapture it.
I miss a world I never belonged to.
The sensation in my skull is both a tingling feeling and a sound, which buzzes and rings. It is constantly present and has always existed in the background of my awareness, although I only became fully aware of it a couple of decades ago. I sense it when I want and ignore it when I... Continue Reading →
I see a new sunrise. I feel joy at this sight. And I feel gratitude for being given this moment of life.
My biology determines my desires and interests. I look at people, I talk to people, and I listen to people because they interest me. I am attracted to them. I don't look at dirt nor do I listen to dirt because dirt doesn't interest me. My biology shapes my consciousness and my consciousness is bound... Continue Reading →
Ah... the joy of this moment as I lay my head on my pillow just before I fall asleep. I savour this moment every evening, this moment of temporary freedom. I wonder how many other workers experience this same moment?
Is not seeking personal enlightenment the most selfish of goals?
The dream of freedom... ah, a beautiful dream.
I have reached that stage of life where I savour moments of excitement.
Perhaps this sense of self is a delusion. Perhaps it has been given to me to inspire me to act. Perhaps, even though I believe I act to benefit myself, the real beneficiary of my actions is not me, but rather humanity. And perhaps a leaf also believes it changes reality.
Ever look at yourself in a mirror and not recognise who you see? It can feel both disconcerting and liberating at the same time.
Perhaps we must forget in order to be inspired anew.
I was born and I will die, and in between I live for a time.
I am stuck in a capitalist dream.