… who strive for this ideal of ‘no attachments’. They live their lives trying to be objective and sterile, always giving way to logical thought and cool serenity. I pity these people. I don’t see them as people trying to become something greater, but rather, as people too afraid of life to put their nose in it and wallow. People at work are more than a little grossed out that I attended my childs birth. That I wanted to do it at home. That I was proud to have my hands covered in blood, slime, and shit. You see, that’s how life starts. In the movies it’s all pretty and magical, but the reality? No…. life is messy, start to finish. Some people aren’t up to it. Weak people. Sad little pathetic people living half lives and shielding themselves from life’s tempest with lies and delusions of enlightenment.
How can you love without attachment? How can you have close friendships without attachment? The people that have touched my life are an attachment to me, and a welcome one. I cherish my attachments. I don’t want to have to go a day without them. Would I be hurt if I lost them? Would my world be stood on it’s head? ABSOLUTELY. Is that a good reason to NOT have attachment to them? ABSOLUTELY NOT.
Friends get messy too. There are periods of falling in, and periods of falling out. Sometimes these cycles repeat themselves. Sometimes not. Still, I don’t regret ever having given myself, for better or for worse to my ‘attachments’. In fact, it fills me with deep satisfaction that I can be of use, of service.
It’s late, so off to bed with me. Good night, all my friends — my loves, my wonderful attachments. It’s 1am and someone is still awake, wishing you all beautiful dreams. <3
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