Perfection

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What are you waiting for? Are you waiting for the weather to be better? It won’t happen. Are you waiting for the perfect partner? It won’t happen. Are you waiting until all your troubles go away? It won’t happen. Are you waiting for your life to be simplified? It will never happen.

One time I was sitting in Zen for three solid weeks in the forest. My teacher was a grumpy hairy unwashed bastard who always fell asleep meditating and would forget to ring the break bell. We’d wake him with coughs. Shit it hurt sitting like that.

Anyway, while sitting in Zen I really did reach enlightenment. Afterward I did a poo and it was terrible. So much for enlightenment being a solution to the downside of life.

So, for three weeks in this Zen retreat I was in nirvana or somewhere. Then, at the end, when we were allowed to speak for the first time in three bloody weeks, I said to the bastard Zen master “mother .. Fu….er I am so detached.

He responded “your attachment to your detachment is now your biggest problem”!shit… Back to fish and chips for dinner.

At that time I gave up trying to be something, do something and get something. It was the first time in my life I actually realised that I had a superiorority complex. I mean I thought I was god’s gift to humanity. I wasn’t

Then I began to regret that I’d spent so much of my life trying. I mean, emulating, duplicating, imitating, contemplating, instead of celebrating.

That was the day I remember. Because that day was the day I stopped waiting for something to get better in order to be happier.

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Perfection

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What are you waiting for? Are you waiting for the weather to be better? It won’t happen. Are you waiting for the perfect partner? It won’t happen. Are you waiting until all your troubles go away? It won’t happen. Are you waiting for your life to be simplified? It will never happen.

One time I was sitting in Zen for three solid weeks in the forest. My teacher was a grumpy hairy unwashed bastard who always fell asleep meditating and would forget to ring the break bell. We’d wake him with coughs. Shit it hurt sitting like that.

Anyway, while sitting in Zen I really did reach enlightenment. Afterward I did a poo and it was terrible. So much for enlightenment being a solution to the downside of life.

So, for three weeks in this Zen retreat I was in nirvana or somewhere. Then, at the end, when we were allowed to speak for the first time in three bloody weeks, I said to the bastard Zen master “mother .. Fu….er I am so detached.

He responded “your attachment to your detachment is now your biggest problem”!shit… Back to fish and chips for dinner.

At that time I gave up trying to be something, do something and get something. It was the first time in my life I actually realised that I had a superiorority complex. I mean I thought I was god’s gift to humanity. I wasn’t

Then I began to regret that I’d spent so much of my life trying. I mean, emulating, duplicating, imitating, contemplating, instead of celebrating.

That was the day I remember. Because that day was the day I stopped waiting for something to get better in order to be happier.

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