non-attachment is the most difficult thing : probably because i’m so lazy
its easy to get emotional about stuff you read on tumblr while in your bed and in jammies and pretend that you care about the world going to hell with angry angry reblogging and words.
but at the end of the day you dont really care, no matter how much you think and think about the injustice and lack-of-humanity of it all
if you’re still in your bed in your jammies you really dont care - just a privileged self-indulgent brat
although now im not sure what that has to do with non-attachment
there is evil and there is good and there is justice and injustice and if you are at a place to do things about it without being attached to the outcome then good; but dont be lazy, neha, dont be lazy and pretend you care.
because its difficult to care about much now, i care about only things that are related to him and me. he wouldnt have cared, thats the person he was, mind was beautiful, empty. We’ve been socialized to believe thats a bad thing. But look at this post and all the words, if it was him it would just be a blank space, yet he did so much more than I have ever. Served selflessly and loved selflessly.
Strive for that, a blank space; and do what you have to do, for the world or for yourself, properly without worries for the results, love without worries for the way the love is received or reciprocated. Hope I can keep this advice in my mind and heart forever.
it’s coming back, canceling plans and sleeping all day.
maybe this has finally hit me
now that I have nothing but time to indulge my crazy mind.