The origin of suffering goes hand in hand with the origin of life is not it? The yin and yang, good and evil, night and day, death and life, are concepts that we now know. Who has not a friend or a friend who gets loose wool sweaters Tibetan cooked in wine, collected in a full moon night, combined with a pendant around the neck with a bullet markers which means "peace to you similar creature that is in harmony with the universe and from which it receives the energy of universal love and wisdom keepers of the dolphins dela Unltimate truth of celestial men came from Sirius to dispense wisdom and ease the pain ravaged by fleas on your dog and curb hair inestricabie why does not wash it ever more new age ", able to explain the cyclical nature of joy and pain and the inevitable transience of life?
Yet if we are waiting for the bus and is delayed 10 minutes, there pissed as panthers, ruin your day. It 's true, a late bus is a trivial thing, but it's the little things that need to go. Miss the bus however, extremely irritating, but if we understand that in no way can we change this destiny, and we welcome this change of program or frustration, as a gift which is nothing but a side of the coin, learn to be good in life. Our anger is not able to change the destiny, then it is more convenient to come to terms with him. We apply this theory of the bus to all spheres of life and become a great and useful truth.
I am writing this at a motorway during the march back from two days of work, while a truck driver in front of me, that seems to Attila, with the mythical wooden clogs and cow, he throws his beer can in the border despite a basket meter. Now that pisses me off, but the yin and yang. Pisses me off because the other side of the infinitely small is infinitely large. And 'this is an extremely important concept. It therefore follows that for some asshole who throws a waste in a field, being in the world that we are about 6 billion, the probability there will be at least another 2 billion of assholes who are throwing at this very moment, a waste in a meadow in a beach or a forest. The road to civilization is still very long ...
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