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ciao here i am watching my mind it's a bit hot, small drops of prespiration are forming on the top of my head breathing isn't really easy today cars are beeping outside in ladakh, india birthday (23) 2 days ago ( my friends bought me a choclate cake. choclate. choclate!!?!?@#?!? ) been travelling in the indian subcontinent for 6.5 months my friends at the moment compromise of fellow travellers shai, adi, amit ( who left ) , romy (who's coming), and nir and his girlfriend benny. it's good to have friends my state of mind the past day and half has not been so good. i don't know my near future plans. august what do you have in store? i'm starting university in a few months. i'm sad more friends didn't remember my birthday... all my other birthday's i didnt care, but now for some reason i do. which action will i be able to do with less bitterness ( not that i'm SO bitter ) - wish noam happy birthday in 2 weeks, or just ignore it, so as not to raise the issue? silly silly me. i'm hungry so i can go and do vipassana in 2 weeks, or i can go and try to volunteer here, but i'm scared. i'm aware that being scared does not make any sense, but what if they expect me to take care of 20 kids and teach them something, and i'm not able, and then the embarassment, it will be so uncomfortable and as you know my little bunnies the main thing that still holds me back ( or one of them things at leat ) is the fear of feeling uncomfortable. some people freeze when they think of pain some people shudder at the thought of being alone but my mind cannot accept the possibility of not being socially comfortable. climbing 6100 meters ? no problem. sub kuch milega!!! so am i still at that point in my life where happiness prevails? objectively i should be, but my mind wanders, and craves, and i don't know how much longer i will be able to not touch any nepali or tibetan guy walking beside me oh if only i could be like those indians who fundle some western girl on the train, and it really makes me angry, the thought that to the normal indian the concept of western sexual freedom only means that woman are sluts, but i am a slut too, i want to be a slut.... sitting with me legs folded very strongly here in the internet place and my fingers are sweating and even when i'm not thinking about it, something inside of me is trying to presuade furiously my consciousness to decide to get up and go get that thali already. effect and cause? god? consciousness? truth, awareness, and immortality jung, brothers karamazov, gotama , and such you want me to form my own opinion on the meaning of life? can i not just immerse myself with other people's ideas. as i already knew before ( i've told you this my little bunnies haven't i? ) - you only really honestly think with all your heart about the meaning of life when something doesn't fit, when the dhuka rises, or whatever, when you really need to pee but you can't cause you're sitting in the internet place so a while ago i was really happy, and i got play with the thoughts about the meaning of life, but it was all games, since i was happy, and i KNEW what the meaning was, without reason. and now you're trying to use reason to get it back, to make the right decisions, to be happy again. and anyway it doesn't really matter, if you like it or not, you will be happy sooner or later, the only thing which you can decide is timeline decision, which in itself is useless since you can't even tell me what time is. all will pass. but i'm trying, and 20 percent is better than zero percent. ciao mi amigos |