
Attempting to be a Buddhist (and sometimes, not-so-Buddhist) in real life! Thoughts and experiences day-to-day and how they relate to the teachings of the Buddha.
So I’ve been very “in between” these last few weeks. I am still in the process of moving from old place to new place. If that weren’t enough, I bounce back and forth from being in a spiritually serene place to one of complete chaos.
From what I hear, people turn to a spiritual path when their lives are in crisis. What do you do when your life is in crisis, but the spiritual path you are on continues to challenge you, forcing immediate resolution for growth??? ARGH. I think I’ll go with the standby and throw a tantrum instead.
Ever get tired of hearing yourself complain? That’s about where I am right now. I am tired of telling Ke that it is not fun and games for me just because I made the decision to move out. I am tired of trying to act like everything is fine and that it is fun and games when I’m not here. I’m tired of being lonely, of aching to be held…to feel safe for more than a fleeting moment. Everything I do points me to attachment as the source of suffering, and it occurred to me that I have NO idea what a healthy attachment would look like if it walked up and slapped me in the forehead.
While my rationally thinking self knows that I need a break from being tied to anyone or anything, my emotional self is hell bent on not complying with the rules set forth by rationally thinking self. I am drawn to commitment and to playing a supporting role in just about everything i do. Nothing halfway (which is good and bad). My attachment to the idea that this is the only way I will be satisfied with life is the root problem.
Where is the line between “attachment” and “solid life plan”??
I am terribly attached to the past, as I look around this house where I thought I would build my life. And when I step outside these walls, I am immediately flooded with attachment to what “should” be when I leave. I forget that right now I am a mess…and I have no interest in looking in the mirror at it. The people I love most in my life are getting married, having (more) babies, celebrating good things that come with the comforts of a successful life. I rejoice for them. Every person I know (well, every person, really), deserves nothing less than all they need to bring a happy life.
Why is it, then, I feel it is not in my cards to live that same life? I wish I could say that it is a result of the transition…but I can’t. It exists, looming above me, that these things I desire are not going to be mine. If that is the case, is everything else I do in my life essentially settling for whatever comes along? I miss the things I’ve never had to begin with. Is that even possible??
Today I claim the title of World’s Worst Buddhist, as I wallow in self pity, doubt and glorify my selfish mind’s attachments. Oh, and I smashed the hell out of a really big spider in my room (after which, I did thank the kind mother and wished her well for her rebirth).
Saying prayers for Mi’s sweet Indy tonight…your furry sentient being knows he is loved in the purest of ways by his mommy.