Buck Mind

Started to reel it in this morning.

Last night I realized that I have been identifying with the ramblings of my mind for the past few days. More stress was starting to build and things were becoming reactive.

Morning meditation, consciousness of the breath, perceptiveness of my surroundings brings me back to level-headedness.

I am not exactly sure why Call of the Wild was my selection for an audiobook to listen to. Call of the Wild suits my crazed pursuit of each fleeting thought. A reversion to instinct and a survival mode, though the material conditions with which I find myself do not merit such a state of mind. I'll continue with it thought for consistency's sake.

Guess I am looking for something to write about again.

Jerked off at
the WEIRDEST time
today!
Felt empty but didn't
know it
until
I saw myself leave
in streams!

Probably shouldn't be posting shit like this on the internet even if my "privacy settings" are restrictive.

Wish there was more silence.

I'm going to up my sex game with Sofia this week.

11 reasons

11 reasons why you're a fucking shithead:

1. Want to save people to reinforce some kind of narcissistic superiority complex that you have
2. Not do what you say you're going to do
3. Lie to everyone and try hardest to lie to yourself
4. Self-awareness 
5. Sit almost naked on your bed all day and, when they ask what you did all day say, "Oh ya know."
6. Fucking hate yourself
7. Break your promises
8. Stop making promises because you honestly can't think of a promise that you couldn't break
9. Try to get old friends back while simultaneously hating them for leaving you in the first place
10. Jerk off to porn within the first 5 minutes after your girlfriend leaves for work
11. Brainstorm ways how to sabotage your closest relationships because you feel like you can do better even though you know that you can't

Ancient Greece

I got our vehicle on Sunday. Still figuring out whether or not to ditch me calling the bus mine. Sofia calls it ours but I switch pretty frequently or have to correct myself from "I" to "us."

The more time there is to do nothing--no required labor that provides for my existence--the more threatening boredom can become. Looking at the ancient philosophers, they argued that freedom was only allowed when Man was provided the means for their existence without their personal labor. In ancient Greece this came in the form of slave labor. In my case in came in the form of an insurance pay-out of a hundreds of thousands of dollars.

I do tend to sit here on certain days and wonder whether or not this is freedom. There is Henry Miller on one shoulder reminding me of bible passages, "look at the lilies of the field, they neither toil nor spin," and on the other the Buddhist phrase, "before enlightenment chop wood and carry water, after enlightenment chop wood and carry water." We wonder what is the basis for the "good life" but maybe there is too much judgment in that question to be at peace.

Haven't maintained a steady meditation practice. On the days that I do things
start
to slow down and I feel much
more
at ease.
The seeds of doubt
of judgment
Speed me up.

Plus I've started smoking again.


Sofia was balling when she heard her sister
Was getting married.

Her face was scrunched
and her shoulders lifted
and trembled
In a familiar kind of way

"After all that we've been through
I'm just
so
Happy for her"

There was always a space waiting for me

Drove into New York a few times this week to get my visa squared away for Shanghai travel and China exploration. It was solo which was romantic at first but only so much in that it felt like running. When you start running whatever it is that you are running from catches up to you. Maybe when you're young you can get lost in the scenery and it makes you forget for a little longer. But I'm more grown now and reality sunk in when I slept in my truck thinking about the warm bed with Sofia at home.

The connection between us people comes like waves, like two contacts between circular intervals. When we fall apart we can revel in it or suffer over it, then--if we can accept it--connect again. When we communicate we allow that connection to ease the tension of our rotation. It's like we come back home on the outbreadth and say, "I see you and am ready for this connection."

Kind of a vague Buddhist influenced post... My cheap interpretations that help me make it through I guess.

Morning on Monday

Here I am sitting here in the morning at 8:49. Today is packed full of little tasks that would have been impossible to do leisurely if I was still shackled to a 40 hour 9:00-5:00 slog. Fuck I still get shudders thinking about that life.
There are droves of people I know--and admittedly can't stop caring about--who would fritz out knowing that I do not have to work or suffer right now - an absolute dissipation of respect. All of me would be reduced to cold threatening privilege. Even now I get a shudder of guilt, something in line with their sentiments I'm sure, that I can enjoy the day-to-day. I do not have to sit and listen to an idiot tell me how to do something I already know how to do, or can independently find out a way to do, or (most importantly) see no need to do. People do not like me for that.
Simultaneously people are envious of that and love me for it. Like some kind of ego trip when our external identities are vibing and we feel in tune I am the coolest, the most desirable, but when we are at odds - oh shit! I am the scum of the earth. Hell, maybe the dirty work times were just the same.

Today continues the preparations for China. I'll be visiting Erick and Peter who are teaching little Chinese babies English.
A key component of my trip will be visiting important Chinese Buddhist sites throughout the north of the country. So far I intend to travel to the sacred Mount Wutai and the Longmen Grottoes. Shit, I'll probably go to Mao's Palace too.

The morning is quiet here like most mornings.
The dog is back.She rests lightly pressed against your thigh when she sleeps.
She'll make everything a little more calm I think.

Our Song

Breathing in, I am breathing in
Breathing out, I am breathing out
In
Out

Breathing in, my breath grows deep
Breathing out, my breath goes slow
Deep
Slow

Breathing in, I feel calm
Breathing out, I feel ease
Calm
Ease

All phenomena are temporary
They are subject to birth and death
When you remove notions of birth and death
The silence is called great joy

What are we to do with the creation of the eternal All before us everyday expanding and contracting above our heads in the heavens and in the unfathomable seas in our bodies? There is wonder in knowing that reverberations make us cry and laugh and that our deepest rage is the same that moved everything into itself from the void. Flickers of joy the same that lit the first movement of what we call life, sighs of relief the calm of death. We are everything and nothing, light twisting the darkness, the center flowing inward.