"I think all the pressure that I put on myself has been paralyzing. When I graduated from high school, a lot of people wrote in my yearbook: ‘You’re going to do great things,’ or ‘I know you’re going to make it big.’ I realized recently that with all the time I spent trying to figure out what my ‘big thing’ was going to be, I passed over a lot of small things that could have really added up. The moment I became content with taking small steps, I started moving forward again."
(Mexico City, Mexico)
As the tumblr children say…REBLOG THE SHIT OUT OF THIS! But seriously, been there, done that, and those with the ‘save the day’ complex ingrained by a bunch of factors, but most noticeably, the “be all you can be”, without any context or practical focusing behind it has been the death-knell to a host of first-worlder’s motivations that could have actually resulted in adults who found that doing what was right directly in front of them, in their spheres of relative influence and impact would have solidified into that “what I’m supposed to be doing/being” - desire that of course, while never a 100% fulfilled and consumated thing, still, gives one some feet and legs and ground underneath that to organize one’s “walking” around in this life. Wake up and turn off the advertising coming at you from everywhere.
So I was arguing with a guy about promises. He really couldn’t wrap his head around why we have things like oaths, vows, and promises as opposed to just “your plain word”. He isn’t Christian, but he did correctly point out that there are scripture passages which definitely seem to encourage “plain…
The Kantian Konundrum a.k.a. The enlightenment legacy of a moral compass so cloudy that all one can see is the arrow and no directions.
“The life of a Christian is nothing but a perpetual struggle against self; there is no flowering of the soul to the beauty of its perfection except at the price of pain”
- Padre Pio
Behold, the only true liberating “ouch”. Not the sterilizing, mental gymnastics of hyper Buddhism, or it’s more lazy-eyed grandchild, Zen, but rather, the life giving, blood pumping, pro-activity of the one, true, personal, immanent, transcendent love that ever burns because it’s essence is to never not be.