Do we really suffer, or
only think us experiencing the psychological pain of it, or merely employing a
word to indicate something to experience something.
The self and its ego by its
very nature, is constantly building a wall around itself as common sense of
securities.
It begins to identify
itself with a status quo, nationality, virtue, with God, with property, with a
person, or an ideology.
In other words, we escape
by every possible means, being afraid of something what maybe around the corner
of what possible is.
One suffers, because one does
not see the truth of suffering. The fact of the ideal and the fact what is,
leads in two different directions.
If one wishes to be free
from sorrow, one is aware of it without judgment and one need to observe it and
getting to know all the intimate intricacies of it.
Understanding the sorrow
creates the freedom from it and not a verbal fiction of sorrow that is looking
for attention.
Most advertising only succeeds
by implementing that sense of security what the individual self pity is wondering
for.
The mind loves its habits
and belief all in a respectable and profitable routine, the mind feels secure
and does not want that to be disturbed.
The mind starts from a conclusion, from a belief, from experience, from knowledge, caught in a routine, in the net of habit making discontentment the fuel of the self.
Losing oneself in various forms of adventure is equally meaningless. Incidents that have no psychological significance, as it consists of experiences and the memories one has of them, if the past is to be dismissed, there’s no problem.
The real challenge begins of how does one
break through that mediocre life. Jealousy, vanity, inspiration and despair;
social morality, and the virtue are the outside realm of cultivated
righteousness.
The understanding of the
totality of life and love brings about its own action and one cannot learn it
from somebody else, as it is a part of the whole treasure of self-knowledge.
Living in the world without
insight into the hidden laws of nature, is like not knowing the language of
ones mother.
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