More and more I’m seeing despair, hopelessness and just flat out pain being portrayed in a more than romantic way. A modern day Bonnie & Clyde story of sorts that doesn’t end as romantically.
I’m beginning to believe that we hurt so much just so we can have something to hold on to. Even if the pain doesn’t love us back.
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The alternative is becoming a monk. They don’t feel attachment.
You’re possibly the coolest person in the world. I think you’re amazing.
Thank you, I try to write honestly. I think that makes all the difference.
And I know if I asked a monk how far his conviction went he’d probably say to the letter, but I wonder how much he really believes this.
We should find one and ask him. They’re only human and I suppose you get good/bad monks. I don’t assume what goes on in peoples minds because you never know. I’m not sure whether it’s possible to train yourself to feel or not feel certain emotions.
I only know of two kinds of monks, Tibetan ones and the one on tv, and I’m sure he wouldn’t be of much use.
I’d like to think that I could pick up on others emotions but like chuck berry said you never can tell.
If I ever had the opportunity to go to Tibet, I’d take you and we could investigate this further. I’ve asked older people whether they feel they’ve lost some of their Emotional Intelligence with age. They say that of course they feel differently to when they were younger but attribute it to experience and not changes in the body or brain. They don’t have mental health problems. I find that generally, those who are easy-going and less stressed out tend to have better control over their emotions. Meditation has been practiced for thousands of years in many traditions. Monks use it as a form of mind training.
Not changing the subject on purpose but when you mentioned talking to older people it made me think of talking to my grandfather. I think it’s true that most elderly people didn’t get to be so old (my grandfather is 85) by being stupid.
But I don’t think I could ever ask him anything about growing emotionally. We just never talk about things like that. It’s always cars or some other machinacal device, he’s what we refer to as a tinkerer.
I think I’d handle asking a Tibetan monk if be was a good or bad monk in a very columbo esque manner (I turn away, and then turn back) “erm’ just one more thing, are you a um’ good or bad monk?”
I think the elderly struggle with things like depression because not much was known about it in their day. It must have been even more difficult to explain. It’s fair to say that I don’t feel what everyone else does. I think I’ve blown a fuse somewhere and it’s a problem for me.