Sticking with the Trip Hop obsession, this mix is amazing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q2QW5aI_gqA&t=3520s Around 45:00 and 49:00, the two songs feel amazing. Granted, I was in my car listening, so maybe my sound was different but the bass felt like a heartbeat, but also like it was massaging my brain and soul. I know that sounds probably... Continue Reading →
I’d like to spend more time focusing on my writing about meditation because it is the most important choice I have made in my life. I am not going to attempt to convert anyone to any religion because I’m not a religious person. Meditation came to me because of mental illnesses and a strong desire... Continue Reading →
Once again, this is brilliant. Happiness is a perspective and a choice. It’s not a destination, mile marker, or even permanent. It’s also not exclusive. One can be happy and sad at the same time, because most people confuse happiness with joy. Happy literally means content. Not skipping around weirdly in a tampon commercial. And there is no pre-requisite to happiness. Lastly, as Alan Watts said: “the capacity to feel pleasure is known by the capacity for pain. You can’t know one without the other. They’re related as front is to back.”
Sometimes I read stuff like this article called “Why Pursuing Happiness is the Greatest Goal” and wonder why traditional advice doesn’t seem to apply to me.
I just absently blink at 90 percent of the “awesome truths” that “change people’s lives.” When I try to apply them to my own life, I end up totally dissatisfied, living in a yurt with a mouthful of chia seeds dribbling down my face, yelling positive affirmations into the mirror.
I’m pretty sure if there is anything that makes humans miserable, it’s chasing happiness.
Knowing that it’s The Goal of almost everyone I know is so tragic I can’t. Hardly. Even.
Before you get me wrong, I don’t have a problem with happiness…It’s just not a goal. And exalting one emotion doesn’t sit well with me
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Days can go without hearing the rhythm of my heart. In the busyness and insanity of all the games we play, my breath stays automatic, and my thoughts no end in sight. My breath and metronome always with me, marking time in all I do. With my breath to guide, my heart is muse and... Continue Reading →
In the face of death and tragedy, it is normal to cling to the idea of life, joy, and happiness. The problem arises, though, because most people do not want to accept that none of these things can be held on to. It is an awful and sobering reality to see people merely going to... Continue Reading →
So I can listen to the crickets better on a chilly night. So I can stop listening to the rumination that is as effective and draining as punching water to smooth it. So I can remind myself that I have yet to think my way out of a single problem So I can appreciate the... Continue Reading →
I need to share this as much as I possibly can. This is one of the best blog posts I’ve ever read, and this chick can fucking write. I couldn’t agree more if I tried. Everything she writes here is everything I’m doing right now. Please read, and give this fantastic female some
You know the ones. They all star this legless bald chick with an IQ of 70 and anorexia whose stepdad beats her but she ends up going to Harvard and winning Miss USA and running a marathon and then goes on to inspire other bald legless anorexics to achieve their dreams.
Does the Lifetime movie channel play in other countries besides America? Cause it’s so fucking “Pull yourself up by your bootstraps” American I could puke…and then make a hot chocolate and grab a box of kleenex and cry, “She’s. So-ooo. Ah…ma..ma..zing!” and then watch it again. Damn you, Lifetime movies!
I swear to God, this is the reason why we are all so crazy: the expectations. They are terrible. TERRIBLE!
This is coming from someone who is practically a walking talking lifetime movie.
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