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cjan -> RE: its fuckin sad i tell ya (5/3/2008 9:06:07 PM)
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We are all just human, after all, ain't we ? Each at a different level of maturity and development, of course, and we, each of us, are different from day to day, sometimes due to events that occur in our lives, other times due to hormonal upheavals or even substances we may injest ( don't let's forget caffeine and sugar).
A traumatic event ( or two or three) can , at least temporarily, change one's whole view of things. Sometimes, I try to be aware that this might be the case. At other times, I may give less of a fuck because of my own issues. Human. And, sometimes, I think someone may need a good kick in the ass as a learning experience because, I've been on the receiving end and have found it useful. Sometimes, I just wanna laugh ( most of the time) and I think laughing with folks makes my day.
Finally, and yes, I will wind this up, there is a great Zen story about four different kinds of horses.
The first kind runs when he/she sees the shadow of the whip.
The second kind runs when he/she feels the sting of the whip.
The third kind runs when he/she feels the whip tear it's flesh.
The fourth kind of horse doesn't run untill he/she feels the pain of the whip in the marrow of it's bones.
One reason I like that story is because, it never refers to a "good" or "bad" horse. Nor does it say that the fourth kind of horse can't win the race. They are simply different kinds of horses. As we, I believe, are all different snow flakes.
*Switches off Yoda channelling and pours anudder , ummm, cocktail*
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