my happy places…

…of old are gone–can no longer play guitar, climb a tree, go for a bike ride, write code, analyze a chess problem nor save the world–still, mine is a happy place, if i trust, be patient, accept and let go, don’t judge, don’t strive, and approach all thing afresh and compassionately.

how can i be compassionate yet detached? i think the detachment is from craving, not compassion. craving is self-centred, compassion is not. craving reinforces the illusion of duality and individualism, compassion knows everything’s interconnected. craving seeks pleasure and avoids pain, compassion takes both the good and the bad–in fact, there is no good and bad. that’s good.

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