I'm starting to become a little like Jim Carry when he was in that movie "Me, Myself & Irene".
I'm slowly getting a little like the Hulk.
You all remembered that post about my bad summer when I returned and how I lost my home? The council refuses to accomodate me. I was so upset and a little angry, I had urges to freak out. When I got home, I started crying, I felt like smashing my fist through the wall. Now I feel guilt.
I was really getting somewhere with the whole meditation and de-attachment thing.
I had very horrible nightmares but 1 of them made some sense. It sounds horrible, I even felt sick myself but it was a dream involving sexual contact.
Before I became serious about Buddhism, I flirted a lot. Not for lust but for love. But being desperate can come off as slightly selfish & greedy. Being too needy shows attachment and attachment leads to suffering.
I think Buddha's sending some kind of message to me? What do you think?
Or maybe my state of mind is not clear enough and I need to meditate more?
"Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment." ~ Siddhārtha, Gautama Buddha