How should I feel about the fact that I was targeted? The thieves, in a menacing tone, had asked me if I was lost. Perhaps I didn’t belong in Colombia. Maybe this was all a big mistake. Should I be angry at the thieves, declaring Colombians to be terrible people?
There is an ever-present monster beneath the world of who we are, a behemoth always at the ready, a Leviathan always lingering. It can never be completely defeated. It can never be banished once and for all, but we can defy it. And, in our constant and continuous acts of defiance we find parts of ourselves, maybe even the best parts.
... as alone as we all are in our houses or mostly empty offices, we’re more together now than ever. Not physically of course, but we’re very much together in our aloneness
I found out what made this Buddha so unusual. It was the normalcy. He was a real guy, like me, with a similar background and similarly flawed. I found that he wasn't
Someone picking something spicy from a menu in China has all the Karens of the western world screaming like Xena to horde all the toilet paper in sight
But I’ve also been thinking about meditation. Specifically, I’ve been pondering the fact that we serious meditators share a secret. It’s one that we may be loath to let the world in on. That secret is the pleasure—yes, I mean the bona fide, juicy, luxurious, full-out decadence—of withdrawing from the world, albeit for relatively brief periods at a time.
I haven't, however, handed out enough "thank you's" for The Unusual Buddha and how far it has come, so here we go...
Something that has been on my mind for a while now is those moments of seeing good in things they we haven't seen before. Surely impermanence, despite it's oppressive ever present existence, could have something positive.