the_Unknown
Member
Hi.
There really is no need to introduce myself - what little I have to say should be enough.
Talking about taoism seems so redundant and useless.
Every question I can think of to ask the answer comes to me quickly.
Even the Tao Te Ching (a simple text to begin with) is nothing but reiteration after reiteration of the same principles.
It is so obvious everywhere and in everything.
It is the nature of reality.
Even at my work, a young rude and obnoxious girl notices it.
I remember her talking about why everything has to do with sex. A pencil into a pencil sharpener, a faucet spout that leaks water into the sink and down the drain, etc.
The Tao cannot be escaped or hidden.
Yet, here I am.
I do not follow the simplicity of taoism in my work, studies, art, or relations with people and I am miserable because of it.
Am I the same as a glutton who continues to stuff their face with food even though they bloat themselves?
Like a pervert who can't control his sexual nature?
Or like a perhaps a man who beats his wife simply because he can?
I really don't feel like I have much self control.
I don't know why I continue to do the things that I do even though I know it makes me miserable and that I shouldn't.
I wonder how long will I have to be miserable before I realize I'm on the path and not simply admiring it.
In the end, I suppose the answer will be found in nature.
You cannot force a flower to bloom - it does so when it is ready.
There really is no need to introduce myself - what little I have to say should be enough.
Talking about taoism seems so redundant and useless.
Every question I can think of to ask the answer comes to me quickly.
Even the Tao Te Ching (a simple text to begin with) is nothing but reiteration after reiteration of the same principles.
It is so obvious everywhere and in everything.
It is the nature of reality.
Even at my work, a young rude and obnoxious girl notices it.
I remember her talking about why everything has to do with sex. A pencil into a pencil sharpener, a faucet spout that leaks water into the sink and down the drain, etc.
The Tao cannot be escaped or hidden.
Yet, here I am.
I do not follow the simplicity of taoism in my work, studies, art, or relations with people and I am miserable because of it.
Am I the same as a glutton who continues to stuff their face with food even though they bloat themselves?
Like a pervert who can't control his sexual nature?
Or like a perhaps a man who beats his wife simply because he can?
I really don't feel like I have much self control.
I don't know why I continue to do the things that I do even though I know it makes me miserable and that I shouldn't.
I wonder how long will I have to be miserable before I realize I'm on the path and not simply admiring it.
In the end, I suppose the answer will be found in nature.
You cannot force a flower to bloom - it does so when it is ready.