nolan_void

Found this on Al Suicide's journal:
Johari Window

Last night I was reading through the first book I ever owned on Buddhism, and I was feeling as frustrated with a lot of the stuff as I did the first time I read it, and then I just stopped reading and stopped thinking about it...and I felt great. It was such a relief, just to not think about it anymore. Maybe this seems like a weak way out, but turning away from the search gave me something that every religion has promised but none have delivered: peace of mind.

It seems to me I remember a story somewhere about Ananda trying really hard to become an Arahant, and just can't figure it out. He gets so frustrated and says "I give up, I can't make this happen" and at that moment he has become an Arahant. I don't know if the same thing has happened to me or not, but I feel a hell of a lot better. I used to have a friend named Ricky, and one time I asked him what he believed as far as religion and all that jazz, and he said "I don't really think about it." He was a pretty jovial guy.

I'm done with all the questions not tending to edification.