my friends don't give a f*ck about any of this... they don't read any of it!

my friends don't give a f*ck about any of this... they don't read any of it!

Siddhartha looked up and around him, a smile crept over his face, and a strong feeling of awakening from a long dream spread right through his being. Immediately he walked on again, quickly, like a man who knows what he has to do.The only book that I've read repeatedly... Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse
If you’ve read my previous blog entries you know that I’ve tended to focus on issues that might be called philosophical, spiritual, emotionally charged, “deep” (ha, if I’m lucky), etc. etc. etc… I was proud to be a challenger. It was as though my understanding of the injustices of the Church (especially on the colonized continent that I currently call home) and my resolve to remain apart somehow made me stronger, better!, than any of the Church folk.
And so when I realized the spiritual emptiness of me I was afraid that any attempt to express submission would seem in-genuine, in-sincere, and most especially undeserved. – “you who criticized my church, who choose to see all the bad and none of the good, who criticized those who selflessly carry my word, who are you to call out to me in need?”
So I decided to challenge the challenge. If it were a true challenge, if I were fighting for something, if I were protecting something… what was that thing?!? What good was the challenge if it caused me to loose my self, if it came at the expense of my spirit?
I gave up the challenge… and now when I listen, listen close, I can hear a familiar sound… my heart beats once more.
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“My heart knows no fear. My soul knows no shame.
My heart beats in love. My soul thrives in peace.
Surely, thou art with me.”