A sense of the mundane fills up my mind. Truly, in the absence of all seeking, life feels empty and dull.
Or is this just another cloud passing by?
The expectation that life should always be exciting makes the mundane and the ordinary seem obnoxious.
Yet, is it not just this that exists at all times.
Even now, you are held by life. You have complete freedom. Yet desire has weakened.
After sleeping for almost 12 hours, now I feel a little groggy. A sense of heaviness. That seems true that it is said that laziness is not really enjoyable. The laziness of heaviness feels just as miserable as incessant activity. Overpowered by inertia, alertness has left me. A sense of purposelessness remains.
No desire to go outside. This state of mind needs change. Maybe even a very tiny change.
The heart of life is not love, but ordinariness. Accept this moment.
I find myself unable to change the repetitive thought patterns.
Imagine there is absolutely nothing to do and nowhere to go and no one to be with. And complete freedom.
Or is this just another cloud passing by?
The expectation that life should always be exciting makes the mundane and the ordinary seem obnoxious.
Yet, is it not just this that exists at all times.
Even now, you are held by life. You have complete freedom. Yet desire has weakened.
After sleeping for almost 12 hours, now I feel a little groggy. A sense of heaviness. That seems true that it is said that laziness is not really enjoyable. The laziness of heaviness feels just as miserable as incessant activity. Overpowered by inertia, alertness has left me. A sense of purposelessness remains.
No desire to go outside. This state of mind needs change. Maybe even a very tiny change.
The heart of life is not love, but ordinariness. Accept this moment.
I find myself unable to change the repetitive thought patterns.
Imagine there is absolutely nothing to do and nowhere to go and no one to be with. And complete freedom.
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