I’m taking a page from Buddhists by purposefully refusing to fill up that yearning. Not like I could do it anyways, I have no friends and no money and barely any family or time.
Life is suffering
Drugs and woodworking.
In that order?
I like to switch up the order.
Are you Jesus?
Thats Mr. Of Nazareth to you.
I try to make things when I feel a yearning or emptiness. Baking, painting, writing, anything that I can make with my hands.
And drugs of course.
drugs
Some days all I do is watch the sky
Stick some potatoes in the ground and watch them turn into more potatoes
Circle of life
what kind of yearning are we talking about?
yearning for purpose? for love? for a certain lifestyle?
My soup only yearns for pizza, weed & wings. I order accordingly.
the ‘soup’ typo is perfect here lol
I do things that make my soul whole. Like spend time with my kids and just absolutely fuck around on a computer terminal. The soul does not need money, nor power, nor standardized progress of any kind.
Hiking, gardening, baking, painting, writing.
I play music. I sit silently and think. I read. I watch and listen to things.
Bike rides, woodworking, video games, and cats.
coding, music, or gaming.
I generally attempt to create offspring and then seek a surrogate when it inevitably fails
Sometimes I open the hearts of all living things and let their true nature out
Why?
Just Cos.
Lots of hope honestly I suppose, still, somehow. Working on music, spacing out to music, reading, cycling, basking in the sun or staring at the clouds, watching what the animals are doing, a bit jealous of their simple life, cooking up a good meal, psychedelics (though not so much lately), weed, gratitude everyday.
