Revisiting Buddha


Feeling sorry for myself – depressed – is fucking arbitrary but then so is feeling fucking happy. One is celebrated and held up as an example of every thing being right and good with the world, one is “self-indulgent” and something I should work to change. Something I end up feeling guilty about. It’s all fucking bullshit.

All I want is some fucking space. Some time to think. Some no voices. Some no meaningless work. Some no wallpaper-pasted smile. I am just trying too hard. Trying to mould things that should flow. Need to let go. Need the wu wei wu, dude. Need to yield.


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  elle wrote @

Swearing! It’s big AND clever.

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