Our Familiar Bed of suffering

Today is Thanksgiving. “Just another day” as he says in Platoon would say. I’m so tired of struggling. Life is struggling. Life is suffering. Suffering means discontent. That’s what the Buddha meant. I’m discontent. I will always be discontent. Unless I want to huddle away like a hermit Like a mole. Like Yoda? At least … Continue reading Our Familiar Bed of suffering

Man of Constant Sorrow

For in this world I’m bound to ramble, I have no friends to help me now -        The Soggy Bottom Boys   I’ve been meditating a lot more than usual. There’s a simple for reason for this. My relationship with Kim ended a couple weeks ago and I thought it was all my fault. My … Continue reading Man of Constant Sorrow