So recently as I was dropping off the lunch that I’d ate a few hours earlier when I noticed in the library that a new book sat next to the toilet paper. I thumbed through it in the dark, yes, in the dark. “How to practice: The way to a meaningful life” by the Dalai Lama. I chuckled as the last bit of lunch flopped out and away from me.
It was a nice lunch too.
We get so fucking consumed with being a better person that we never stop and look in the mirror. Improvement for the sake of improvement is vanity for the camera. It’s liposuction for the thin, lip collagen for Angelina Jolie.
Maybe the person we are, is the person we are.
Maybe all we can be, is what we are.
Maybe this is it, and that is that.
But we continue to read “Chicken Soup for the soul: How not to be a douche bag” edition. And don’t get me wrong – we are a jaded, misguided, fucked up, insecure specie.
Ah, insecure. That’s where the self improvement comes in. And I get it. I do. I struggle with it all the time. But you want to know what the Dalai Lama didn’t tell you?
The way to a meaningful life: Find some self worth.
