I decided to be super productive on Monday. Finally getting round to fixing a broken laptop that was collecting dust under the bed for a while. I eventually fixed it with the help of tech wizards on Youtube. I then dove deep into my recent past via old photos, tons of them, which I hadn't seen in a while. Bad idea.
So many people choose to suffer. We walk right into it. I believe that 3 out of 5 employees hate their jobs, according to a recent survey. It's pretty miserable. We live in a system that is very hard to break free from. But, it's a system. It's familiar and we go along with it.
At 34 (12,450 days old, including leap years since 1983), I do worry about it. Constantly. Every day. It's safe for you to conclude that I don't feel like one at least.
Our ability to perceive the future is both a blessing and a curse. Imagine the freedom of not thinking about tomorrow or even later today.
It was not the fact of crying that struck me, it was why he was crying. He was crying because he had recently been thanked by hundreds of young men who claimed he had saved them from a life of uncertainty and depression - I should investigate this man I thought.
I arrived at the Vipassana centre along with a busload of fellow meditators. There was little to no conversation on the way. It seemed everyone had already taken the vow of silence before it officially started. I didn’t mind. We were all here for very personal reasons I guess. Mine? Self-destructive thoughts and emotions. I was eager to get on with this.
I woke up this morning feeling very nervous. Am I really mentally prepared for 10 days of silent meditation? I'm on my way now anyway - certainly not turning back. Standing in a train station buzzing with passengers crisscrossing on their own journeys, I've realized there's nowhere else I'd rather be going. A trip to... Continue Reading →