If I am waiting for someone to say or do something so that I can be happy, then I inhabit a purgatorial state. Waiting is dying.
In the bardo
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If I am waiting for someone to say or do something so that I can be happy, then I inhabit a purgatorial state. Waiting is dying.
The true man wants nothing, expects nothing, fears nothing. He holds no opinions. He neither opposes nor competes.
Wanting something obscures the fact that I lack nothing.
If all I know is what I think, I don’t know very much.
We’ve weighed anchor on the inner journey when we start to shed our dependencies. Pinned as we are between fear and craving, there’s no shortage. The last of these vampiric entities to be pared away are the ones masquerading as virtues. Loyalty, for example.