by pinback » Thu Apr 08, 2010 10:31 am
Panic wrote:pinback wrote:I stopped when I was about 33, when I saw through all of that.
TELL US YOUR SECRET.
Well, a couple things. We all have our "life stories" of ourselves, and of others, and we start to compare and contrast, and fret about it.
If you look closely enough, you find that these stories exist ONLY as thoughts. Just thoughts! Thoughts, as solid and stable as a fart in a hurricane, thoughts about me, about him and her, about "where I am in my life", about "where I should be in my life", and it seems very heavy and important, because you think these things are REAL.
Once it is seen that all this time you were fretting about stories which didn't exist except as thought, you have a little laugh, and it all seems much less important, much less heavy. The stories still pop up, comparison might still happen, but you can giggle at it at the same time, because it's seen to be a play of light, a play of thought, wiped out and rearranged from one moment to the next, and it's no big deal.
Also, how could things have turned out differently? When you see that of course things have turned out exactly as they had to, what's to fret about?
The world likes to play with form, and the world even needs underachieving losers like you. Nothing to worry about.
[quote="Panic"][quote="pinback"]I stopped when I was about 33, when I saw through all of that.[/quote]
TELL US YOUR SECRET.[/quote]
Well, a couple things. We all have our "life stories" of ourselves, and of others, and we start to compare and contrast, and fret about it.
If you look closely enough, you find that these stories exist ONLY as thoughts. Just thoughts! Thoughts, as solid and stable as a fart in a hurricane, thoughts about me, about him and her, about "where I am in my life", about "where I should be in my life", and it seems very heavy and important, because you think these things are REAL.
Once it is seen that all this time you were fretting about stories which didn't exist except as thought, you have a little laugh, and it all seems much less important, much less heavy. The stories still pop up, comparison might still happen, but you can giggle at it at the same time, because it's seen to be a play of light, a play of thought, wiped out and rearranged from one moment to the next, and it's no big deal.
Also, how could things have turned out differently? When you see that of course things have turned out exactly as they had to, what's to fret about?
The world likes to play with form, and the world even needs underachieving losers like you. Nothing to worry about.