Posts Tagged ‘empathy’

To be Beautiful means to be?

  
John Christian Clauusen Dahl
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“To be beautiful means to be yourself.
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You don’t need to be accepted by others.
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You need to accept yourself.”
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Thich Nhat Hanh
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Bring awareness to the amount of energy and time spent seeking approval.
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Know this space (seeking approval) contains no happiness or chance of experiencing happiness.
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It is a waste of time and your life.
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Seek to be empty, present, aware in this moment instead.
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Emotions: Do you believe emotions are connected to happiness?

  

Some emotions are attached to the 60,000 thoughts that bombard us everyday. With a thought arriving each second, the vast majority are ignored or overlooked.

Consider that emotions are impermanent, fleeting, they arrive in our consciousness, stay a while, then fade helplessly away.

Happiness, real happiness is so much deeper, enduring, longer lasting than any emotion.

No emotion can describe me because five minutes later, my description would be different.

I can be happy with all kinds of different emotions present.

Happiness is not dependent on any one emotion or all of them combined.

We all have the same number of emotions.

With the same emotions available, some people suffer while others enjoy happiness.

Emotions must not have influence on happiness then.

Opinions?

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The mind can be used, wasted, with insignificant chatter,,useless machinations practiced mindlessly!

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Letting go of thought, judgment, doubt and worry seems to be the path towards happiness.

Let’s digress a little about thought. I am not saying thought is bad, dangerous. When we are aware and direct our thought, it is a tremendous asset.

Let the mind wander, dissociative thought dominating and a recipe for disaster, suffering is developing.

The next pitfall of the mind is senseless chatter, giving attention to useless, impermanent, unimportant thoughts.

We need to have real time with the mind empty, present, in this moment, to have a chance of experiencing happiness.

Without this brief respite, life starts separating from reality. Our thoughts become more gospel. Judgments turn into dogma.

In my opinion, the mind was meant to be used differently than we have been taught.

The mind craves to be empty, free of worry and doubt, calm, focused, brilliantly aware of what unfolds in this moment.

The secret is to experience this moment entirely, then move to the next moment without baggage, unencumbered.

I look at my healing as a metaphor. I was a big pickup truck with the bed filled with trauma.

First, the task was to unload the trash, then refuse to load any new garbage in the future.

Try something different, give attention to letting go, being empty like your mental life depended on it.
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Dissatisfaction:.. A judgment. A Bad one

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Painted or Crayoned by Bailey 6 years old.
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How to Train a Wild Elephant: And Other Adventures in Mindfulness
by Jan Chozen Bays MD
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“Much of our

dissatisfaction

with life

will disappear,

and many

simple joys

will emerge,

if we can learn

to be present

with things

just as

they are.”
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What does your City Look Like?

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Being old, unable to work from injuries, opened up a view from a different perch. My annuity and SSDI arrive in the mail monthly. I have no obligation to a career, a boss, etc.

This allowed me the opportunity to meditate for five hours a day for five years. My healing needed this investment of time.

A more global, compassionate view of life emerged.

Now, I am conflicted, disappointed with our selfishness as a community.

In this small college town in Oregon, the 60,000 seat football stadium dwarfs the one shelter to support families. The stadium and team are beneficial in many ways for our community. I support this part of the city, the university.

The issue is balance, proportion, and compassion.

I admit, earlier in life, my awareness of the homeless, the helpless, the needy was lacking.

The family shelter building is a small two story cinder block, ghetto looking yellow mistake.

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Stepping back, I ask, what does this say about us?
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What do you think?

What can we do?
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