Well...
Time to take Yoda's advice,
And stop trying...
Time to take the Buddha's advice,
And stop wanting...
Mind my own business,
And step quietly
Over the dog
So as not to
Disturb its rest
As it dreams of chasing
Its own tail
Around and around
And around and around...
Most of the time,
Except when it's small talk or philosophy,
The right thing
Can never be said...
People are complicated
Because of their simplicity...
Used to think,
First thought; best thought...
But that doesn't work with emotions...
Step back,
Breathe,
And then step a little further back...
If the "heart" says to do something,
Stop...
Step back...
Think before performing any actions...
And consider the consequences...
(Emotion inevitably leads to consequences...)
Avoid excess entanglement
Or attachments...
Tend your own garden...
Keep your nose out of others'...
They can tend their own plot...
Row their own hoe, so to speak...
Avoid complications...
When your brain tells you
To pick up that stick
And
Smack the fuck out of that hornet's nest...
Stop...
Take a step back...
Consider the consequences...
Then walk away...
When you think
Something you're about to do
Is the right thing to do...
Stop...
Step back...
Consider the consequences...
It probably isn't the
"Right thing" to do, anyways...
Sometimes there is no
"Right thing"
To do,
So stop trying...
Do it or don't
(But I'd be willing to put money
On "don't")...
Definitely don't try to be good,
Or try to be bad,
Just be whatever you are...
It should come naturally
Once all the
"Trying" business
Stops happening...
Too many of us try way too hard,
Trying to be this,
Or trying to be that...
Entire lifetimes are wasted
Trying to find oneself...
Silly pursuit,
We are what we are
Already...
Maybe we don't always like
Who and what we are...
Maybe we blame others
For how we are,
But they are not to blame...
Most of the mistakes we make
Don't come from being who we are,
They come from trying
To be
What we think we should be...
Existence just is...
That old "I am that am" thing...
So,
The past is pretty much gone,
All that's left of it is memories,
Good? Bad? It's all subjective...
The mind reconstructs it
Fresh
Every single time,
And colors it to the requested specs
Before Tearing it down again
And repeating the process...
Just like the Universe...
Just like every "new" moment that passes
In the Now...
Chasing its tail
Around and around
And around and around...
Every now and then
Dreaming about chasing squirrels
Who are, in turn, dreaming
About chasing their tails
Around and around
And around and around...
Entire religions come out of this
Tail chasing mess...
Societies rising and falling,
Starting wars and making babies....
Galaxies being born,
And galaxies dying...
Around and around
And around and around...
Millenia seemingly wasted
Dreaming
"I am"
Into existence...
And all of this
Futility of trying
Just is...
Complexity arising
From simplicity repeated
An infinite number of times...
Electrons spinning
Around and around
And around and around
Dreaming nuclei
All composed of even
Smaller things
Doing pretty much
The same thing,
And so on,
And so forth,
Ad infinitum...
All the way from the bottom
Of a bottomless pit
To the top of
A ceiling with no ceiling...
Just stop trying
To understand it all...
It can't be understood...
It's a mystery to itself,
Why shouldn't it be a mystery
To everyone else
Who happen to be the dreams
Of dogs chasing their tails
Around and around
And around and around...
And
Repeat...
Who really cares if you don't stick the landing?
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