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    Buddhists write stories about life. Okay? It's what they do

    For a long time I was a green-sympathizer, but I had only recently started to actually care - not in the sense of "I care about Global Warming, and I care about the Whales, and I care about World Hunger, and I care about animal welfare, and I care blah care blah care blah care", but actually engaging in REAL caring, personal responsibility! Screw global warming, screw the whales, screw world hunger! I decided to quit the empty caring, and to just start caring where I could make a difference, through personal responsibility.

    So I started, on fine days, biking into the grocery store instead of using the car.

    One day, I just felt too lazy to bike. I was too lazy to put on my helmet and bring my bike outside and the prospect of having to lock the bike at the stores just made me go "ugggh".

    So I told myself "If you're too lazy to bike, you have to walk instead!"

    This was MEANT to motivate me to get on my bike, but I merely shrugged and thought "Fine. If I'm too lazy to bike, then I'll walk!". It's helpful to remember that I'm a Buddhist and I don't need no stinking logic! It makes life easier .

    As with any journey, the first step is by far the hardest to take. But today, that first step was easier than putting on my helmet, and easier than justifying the environmental impact of using my car.

    The first step may have been difficult, but the walking itself was easy.

    I walked along, in mild wonderment at seeing all the cars, and so few people. I saw some little dogs walking their owners, the dogs at least being wise enough to know that their owners need exercise and fresh air. I wondered why it took me so long to become as wise as a little dog.

    It was a hot day but I survived the 45 minute walk to the grocery store, I bought my groceries and walked home. My knees were a little bit sore, but the chance to contemplate was certainly nice.


    People would protest this idea so much! "Well it's nice for you, that you have time to walk to the grocery stores. But I don't have that kind of time! I'm always busy! blah blah blah blah blah blah".

    Reality check. Everyone is always busy. Everyone finds something to do with every second of their day. And the question really is, how wisely is that second spent? Will that next hour of your life, enrich your life?
    What an interesting question.

    I decided to do a comparison of sorts. Lets say I didn't walk to the grocery store. What would I end up doing instead with 90 minutes of my day?

    Chances are, I would waste time on the internet. I would refresh Apolyton Off Topic, maybe argue with people who are wrong, maybe refresh YouTube, see if there's any new videos. Refresh some other forums I visit. Check my e-mails. Grab something to eat or drink. Refresh Apolyton again, argue with more people who are wrong.
    That could be my hour and a half. Refreshing webpages and arguing with people who are wrong. Wow. That sure sounds enticing and enriching!

    Now lets look at taking a walk.
    Firstly, I get exercise. This makes my body stronger. This ensures that my body will always be healthier and this benefit will last for the rest of my life. Walking for an hour today, will make my body feel and work a little bit better for months! Sure, it doesn't quite push my buttons in the same way as pushing the buttons which let me see *a new post*, but it's thoroughly good. A stronger, healither, better looking body which feels nice to be in, undeniably enriches my life.

    Secondly, I get to contemplate. This is far more intellectually stimulating than internet forums. It gives my mind a chance to settle down and process thoughts free from distractions, I can daydream and reflect. This clears my head, it makes me sleep better, work better. Like exercise for my body, this is exercise for my mind. A more peaceful, clearer, focused mind, undeniably enriches my life.

    Thirdly. I get fresh food! By making a grocery run every day, free from the personal and environmental expense of using an automobile carelessly, I get to enjoy fresh food every day. Fresh fruit, vegetables and mushrooms, whatever I fancy. I get more variety, it tastes better, it's healthier. If I ever desire an item from the stores, I can get it that very day and don't have to go without until a grocery run. This is certainly nice! I have less to think about, I don't have to plan for the next week or worry excessively about forgetting something - I can always just get it tomorrow. A stress free life is always nice.

    Fourthly. I get to enjoy life. When you slow down, you see more. What do I mean? I get to see neighborhood life, I see kids playing on the streets, spouses arguing in the window. I see people walking their dogs, mothers pushing their strollers. I enjoy the gardens and the decorated houses, I never knew there was a themed "Chocolate House" in my neighborhood - it's called that and it's painted the color of chocolate, with bright white gravel in place of lawns and neatly tended shrubs. I never saw that house before, that energy and creativity someone put into life. In a real way, it's inspiring. Life is inspiring and you only forget that when you stop seeing it. Life runs better on inspiration than desperation.

    Finally, you get to see some rare and unexpected delights. For example, at least twice I've seen teenage girls running around in wet t-shirts, engaging in a water fight! I don't know about you, but seeing teenage girls soaked to the skin running around giggling and yelling activates about every pleasure center in my body! I'm not ashamed to say, that I love teenage girls. Maybe as a Buddhist Celibate I refrain from thinking the dirty thoughts, but girls having fun still represents the very best of life - laugh, be playful and carefree, get wet! It's heartening. And even if I'm not, I just know those teenage boys playing with them are thinking dirty thoughts! That is life. You never get that on the Internet!


    It's not really a fair comparison. I can only conclude that I used to be a mindless zombie. If you can stop and ask yourself, "How will this next hour, enrich my life?", you may be surprised.

    Maybe you'll even find that you can reclaim the time spent slowing down and enjoying life. When you're healthier, you spend less time being sick. When you have more energy, you spend less time in bed. When you use the car less, you have more money and can work less. When you watch the news less, are more carefree and more caring, you spend less time and money drowning your sorrows. It all adds up, a paradigm shift can lead to a better life.

    Remember, only the first step is hard.

    -- This story is dedicated to those who ridicule me for writing it. You need wisdom the most. Take care.

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    -- This story is dedicated to those who ridicule me for writing it. You need wisdom the most. Take care.
    Glad to see you're not pretentious

    This type of artsy, vaguely effeminate story is not fit to wipe my ass I'm afraid. Reminds me a bit of my mother's stories to me when I was growing up.

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    • #3
      Walking
      Wiglaf
      Wet-t-shirts (By "teenager" he obviously means 18-19, right?)

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      • #4
        I like to walk the groceries because I prefer to have the choice you get in the supermarket over home delivery, and Im sort of green and I dont have a car

        I disagree that the first step is the hardest as my house is at the top of a hill
        Safer worlds through superior firepower

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        • #5
          Jailbait in wet T-shirts
          Tell us, did you mention them so we wouldn't call you gay after reading that post? :P
          The whole post
          Graffiti in a public toilet
          Do not require skill or wit
          Among the **** we all are poets
          Among the poets we are ****.

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          • #6
            Originally posted by Snotty
            I disagree that the first step is the hardest as my house is at the top of a hill

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            • #7
              Does this mean I should get my Haus Meri to walk to the supermarket?
              I don't know why he saved my life. Maybe in those last moments he loved life more than he ever had before. Not just his life - anybody's life, my life. All he'd wanted were the same answers the rest of us want. Where did I come from? Where am I going? How long have I got? All I could do was sit there and watch him die.

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              • #8
                For Blake:

                This blog is devoted to stuff that white people like

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                • #9
                  Blake

                  & nice that you take the effort to speak with the crowd here, who are generally internet addicts, but hey well done to you and I hope I'll start doing someting similar soon...

                  my excuse is that I hate it here, and hundreds of cars up my nose wherever I go (Bracknell in reality is really one huuuuge parking lot) ... that irritates me to no end, but yes that is better than sitting here as much as I did last 8 years or so... & I still do, but something gotta change


                  Fourthly. I get to enjoy life. When you slow down, you see more. What do I mean? I get to see neighborhood life, I see kids playing on the streets, spouses arguing in the window. I see people walking their dogs, mothers pushing their strollers. I enjoy the gardens and the decorated houses, I never knew there was a themed "Chocolate House" in my neighborhood - it's called that and it's painted the color of chocolate, with bright white gravel in place of lawns and neatly tended shrubs. I never saw that house before, that energy and creativity someone put into life. In a real way, it's inspiring. Life is inspiring and you only forget that when you stop seeing it. Life runs better on inspiration than desperation.



                  I am missing this for sure but kind of hate being outside around here
                  Socrates: "Good is That at which all things aim, If one knows what the good is, one will always do what is good." Brian: "Romanes eunt domus"
                  GW 2013: "and juistin bieber is gay with me and we have 10 kids we live in u.s.a in the white house with obama"

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                  • #10
                    walking
                    taking time to enjoy everyday life
                    thinking that sex is "dirty"
                    Libraries are state sanctioned, so they're technically engaged in privateering. - Felch
                    I thought we're trying to have a serious discussion? It says serious in the thread title!- Al. B. Sure

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                    • #11
                      Originally posted by VetLegion
                      For Blake:

                      http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/



                      Seems to be more like "StuffWhiteAmericansLike"


                      Often times, white people get frustrated with the state of their country. They do not like the President, or Congress, or the health care system, or the illegal status of Marijuana.
                      I don't know why he saved my life. Maybe in those last moments he loved life more than he ever had before. Not just his life - anybody's life, my life. All he'd wanted were the same answers the rest of us want. Where did I come from? Where am I going? How long have I got? All I could do was sit there and watch him die.

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                      • #12
                        sex is not dirty, but pain coming out of careless use of it ultimately is.
                        Socrates: "Good is That at which all things aim, If one knows what the good is, one will always do what is good." Brian: "Romanes eunt domus"
                        GW 2013: "and juistin bieber is gay with me and we have 10 kids we live in u.s.a in the white house with obama"

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                        • #13
                          If careless sex causes pain - you are doing something very wrong.


                          Unless you want it to hurt........
                          I don't know why he saved my life. Maybe in those last moments he loved life more than he ever had before. Not just his life - anybody's life, my life. All he'd wanted were the same answers the rest of us want. Where did I come from? Where am I going? How long have I got? All I could do was sit there and watch him die.

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                          • #14
                            Originally posted by Nugog





                            Seems to be more like "StuffWhiteAmericansLike"

                            No it's not, read more than one post.

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                            • #15
                              Originally posted by VetLegion


                              No it's not, read more than one post.
                              Ok -

                              One of the best places to gain a white person’s trust is at an Oscar party. An invitation to one these parties is basically your “foot in the door”.
                              Seems to be more like "StuffWhiteAmericansLike"

                              In addition to accumulating sexual partners, binge drinking, drug use and learning, white people consider studying abroad to be one of the most important parts of a well rounded college education.
                              Seems to be more like "StuffWhiteAmericansLike"

                              Don't know about you - but in my country we finish "college" when we are 17......

                              The majority of white person art is created after a difficult breakup; films, indie music, and poetry are all kicked into high production during the end of a relationship. This helps train white people to prepare for the pain that is coming.
                              Seems to be more like "StuffWhiteAmericansLike"

                              Please

                              I don't know why he saved my life. Maybe in those last moments he loved life more than he ever had before. Not just his life - anybody's life, my life. All he'd wanted were the same answers the rest of us want. Where did I come from? Where am I going? How long have I got? All I could do was sit there and watch him die.

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