Dear Zelda~
Today is my roommate's 21st birthday.
It's been a good day, but I'm really beat.
Driving around on an empty tank of gas and trying to use every penny we have on something fun...
get's kinda tiring.
Luckily we are smart shoppers.
At midnight we went to a 24 hour liquor store just to get some cheap wine coolers.
On the way home, I asked my friend,
"How does it feel to be a legal adult?"
She said,
"It doesn't feel any different, actually."
I laughed and said,
"I've always said the same thing when people ask me that on my birthday."
But it kinda got me thinking...
In a Buddhist philosophy book, I was once glued to, it explained how there is no such thing as permanence.
The illusion of permanence is what causes suffering.
It's like, you have this object, or this person, and you want them to be with you; your's...forever.
And this gives you happiness, but when these things leave you, you suffer.
This book says Buddhists accept there is no permanence, and let these things go; let yourself experience the holistic sense of reality.
According to this book, our society has a very little sense of what reality truly is.
Reality is what is here, right now, in this tiny moment, and that is all there is and all there will ever be.
Truth and Reality are in font of us, in the moment, but we don't see that because we are wrapped up in our inner emotions, and lives, and have a sense of permanence...in something...anything; our jobs, our families, our friends, appearances...or even our age.
What is so consequential about a birthday?
What makes each year so important?
How is it, that we consistently stay the same person all our life...when really...you have changed dramatically from the time you began reading this, to where you're at now...and by the time you finish reading this whole post, you won't be the same person as when you began.
We are constantly changing.
Skin cells die off.
Blood gets recirculated.
Stimulation in our brains release chemicals that are constantly rewiring and recirculating in new ways.
You're not who you were in your childhood pictures.
Your mental processes have matured immensely.
Your biological structure has transformed entirely.
The only thing you really have to link yourself to a baby picture is a memory...
But what good are memories in the vast universal scheme of things?
What I'm trying to say is that...we are not the same...
and yet my friend doesn't feel any different, being on the earth for 21 years...as opposed to 1 or 2 or 3 or 10 or 11 or 12...
Yet we are so very different.
It's just interesting, I guess...
Anyway, my roomie and me are going back out...hopefully they will let me in the bar...I'm not dressed up or anything...I don't even wanna drink...I just wanna chill with my friends.
Later.
~Lixir
Today is my roommate's 21st birthday.
It's been a good day, but I'm really beat.
Driving around on an empty tank of gas and trying to use every penny we have on something fun...
get's kinda tiring.
Luckily we are smart shoppers.
At midnight we went to a 24 hour liquor store just to get some cheap wine coolers.
On the way home, I asked my friend,
"How does it feel to be a legal adult?"
She said,
"It doesn't feel any different, actually."
I laughed and said,
"I've always said the same thing when people ask me that on my birthday."
But it kinda got me thinking...
In a Buddhist philosophy book, I was once glued to, it explained how there is no such thing as permanence.
The illusion of permanence is what causes suffering.
It's like, you have this object, or this person, and you want them to be with you; your's...forever.
And this gives you happiness, but when these things leave you, you suffer.
This book says Buddhists accept there is no permanence, and let these things go; let yourself experience the holistic sense of reality.
According to this book, our society has a very little sense of what reality truly is.
Reality is what is here, right now, in this tiny moment, and that is all there is and all there will ever be.
Truth and Reality are in font of us, in the moment, but we don't see that because we are wrapped up in our inner emotions, and lives, and have a sense of permanence...in something...anything; our jobs, our families, our friends, appearances...or even our age.
What is so consequential about a birthday?
What makes each year so important?
How is it, that we consistently stay the same person all our life...when really...you have changed dramatically from the time you began reading this, to where you're at now...and by the time you finish reading this whole post, you won't be the same person as when you began.
We are constantly changing.
Skin cells die off.
Blood gets recirculated.
Stimulation in our brains release chemicals that are constantly rewiring and recirculating in new ways.
You're not who you were in your childhood pictures.
Your mental processes have matured immensely.
Your biological structure has transformed entirely.
The only thing you really have to link yourself to a baby picture is a memory...
But what good are memories in the vast universal scheme of things?
What I'm trying to say is that...we are not the same...
and yet my friend doesn't feel any different, being on the earth for 21 years...as opposed to 1 or 2 or 3 or 10 or 11 or 12...
Yet we are so very different.
It's just interesting, I guess...
Anyway, my roomie and me are going back out...hopefully they will let me in the bar...I'm not dressed up or anything...I don't even wanna drink...I just wanna chill with my friends.
Later.
~Lixir
You = Fucking Awesome.