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Showing posts from July, 2011

Dinner @ CYMA (Greek Taverna)

See yah at Citadel

Meet with the Brit


I realized only recently how easily I dismiss my own misgivings. The major misgivings I tone down, telling myself inside, "Nay-it's not that bad-get over it." In no time, I forgive myself. It is so easy to fool myself that that is being compassionate to myself when actually it is a spiritually unhealthy suppression of healthy conscience. When roles are reversed, our attitudes often reverse. When someone lets us down in some way, we might magnify this misgiving and hang on to it, grumbling and cursing them inside. Forgiving, not to say forgetting, becomes hard. It seems that he who forgives himself the easiest is sometimes one who forgives others the hardest. This twisted attitude pivots upon the ego. It makes us too quick to judge others and too slow to check ourselves. The path to perfection would be to give ourselves no excuses when we go wrong while keeping an open mind, "giving reasonable excuses" to why others go wrong.
This reminds me of the often quoted &…

Dear Ma

I regret being born the way I was. I can almost imagine myself as a baby just out of your womb, howling and screaming like the whole wide world owes me something. It's so sick that I came crying madly, even though I don't remember. I regret having been a bad baby, kicking around when still inside you. I have no one to blame, I got myself into the prison of the womb. I got myself born into the prison of the world of suffering.
No one owes me anything.
I am indebted to this world. Forgive me, Ma, for the shameless crying. I was not used to this world, even though I came into it the same way countless times. I was never used to being reborn. I came into this world not to trouble anybody; I came to save myself from its troubles.
I will be brave, Ma. And one day, I will return - without tears.

Hafta do this ... Must!

Thoughts to Ponder: BEER

“Sometimes when I reflect back on all the beer I drink I feel ashamed. Then I look into the glass and think about the workers in the brewery and all of their hopes and dreams. If I didn't drink this beer, they might be out of work and their dreams would be shattered. Then I say to myself, "It is better that I drink this beer and let their dreams come true than be selfish and worry about my liver."

I've got a crush on her, big time!