I’ve been unintentionally living the Buddhist lifestyle since my move to California. Living very minimally, frugally, humbly; showing compassion to people who had life take many bad turns for them, whether by their own actions or by the social constructs we’ve erected in America to disenfranchise those we’d like to keep down; and making the conscious decision to consume less meat as to owe no other living thing any life force of my own. I’ve also been on some petty theft bullshit because I know money is just a concept, the evilest of all concepts. These little unintentional intentionalities have snowballed into something greater and I’m, for you normies, blessed to get the bigger picture. I truly blame Hemingway.
The observations I used to have are now crystal clear when I step into a room. I got the discernment and now I have to work on the discreet. But I’ve never been a very discreet person. Time is a creative worker’s most valuable asset, so I’m hard cutting time wasters out of my life. This includes Jonguk, the man who made me feel love for the first time ever, then wanted me to sit and wait prettily on the curb while he shit and shaved at the same time. This includes Cindy, the woman I’ve known since I was 15 who, since I’ve moved here, has tried to use money as a means of manipulation on my life. Hasta luego bitches.
I’m leaking, sis. I don’t eat meat anymore. I say shit when I got to say it and whoever picks up on the message can pick it up. I don’t need a mosh pit to sock my homies. I’ll sock them if they deserve it and if they take it and stand back up and shake my hand then cool, but if I sock them and they don’t change for the better then get the fuck out of my life because I really don’t have time to babysit anyone.
Living with this level of awareness has only made my life more beautiful. The people I’ve surrounded myself with radiate warmth and are attracted to my own warmth. When I do something bad, they don’t kick me out the circle. They allow me to admit my wrongdoings and give me advice because they know I’m learning and I’m growing and, most importantly, I’m listening. I admit my wrongdoings to the people I’ve wronged because I really do grow from the experiences. I grow and I change and change is beautiful.
Not everybody will change though. So sort ya house if it needs to be sorted.
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