Pretty sure I am
Full of shit only some days
I can hide the stench
-a.r.
~ by April on January 11, 2015.
Posted in God, Identity, Meditation, Poetry, Whimsy
Tags: Anatta, Anicca, Curative Fantasy, Desire, Dukkha, Full of Shit, Haiku, meditation, No-self, Paper Bag, Self, Shit, The Big Other
I can so relate to this
I’m glad of it. Sometimes the best medicine, for me, is to call myself on it. Full of shit, aren’t we all?………..
Indeed. Aome of the time. But most of the time not
Been wrestling with my own “full of shitness” lately, especially after the holidays. Call it an existential crisis. Trying to figure out the rest of the human race at the same time. Perhaps it’s just the winter looming. Your post today is one I can relate to as well.
The winter casts its shadows. I have given up trying to understand humanity. I love it, but it disappoints me so often.
Yes. Sometimes it is heavy.
Humanity as a whole has its merits, it’s hope even, but I am beginning to question placing any hope in the hands of other individuals, other than myself. “Almost all our sufferings spring from having to do with other people. A man can be himself only so long as he is alone; and if he does not love solitude, he will not love freedom; for it is only when he is alone that he is really free.” — Schopenhauer
A bit heavy, yes…perhaps it is building my strength.
Yes. And perhaps so.