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I’m not a nice guy. I’m not a villain, I’m just aggressively straightforward and allergic to sugar-coating. Honestly, being a bad guy is so liberating.
My mother was a math teacher. She spoke German and French. She read a lot, mostly classic literature. Just couple months before she died she spent significant time solving math problems. And yet, she was so afraid of death.
When I write an article I am trying to talk politely in "we" tone, including myself, making my words less direct, less harsh and rude. But here, I don't want to do that. I am going to write directly to you.
Let’s face it: Earth is basically the galaxy’s reality TV show (in short, a shit-hole), just like any prison. You came here, against your will, with your memory wiped clean like your browser history after masturbation session.
Have you watched Waiting for Godot? If you did not... Waiting for Godot, published by Samuel Beckett in 1949, is a play in which two characters are waiting for someone who never comes.
Dig up old photos, found out, preschool self and funny teenage self with the bad haircut, the awkward smile, that questionable fashion sense. Same eyes, same smile... same person, right? Wrong.
I’ve lied often, just saying numerous half-truths in order to please others. I've found it was easier to say “yes” even when I did not mean it to do so.
Teaching
On these pages you can read something like: The world is an illusion. The past and future do not exist. You are not your body, thoughts and emotions. Then you close my site, and then what?
Guess what? Life after 60... I know. You take a blue pill, the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in Wonderland and you continue jerking off.
The world today is gloriously stagnant. What used to take months now takes decades and honestly, who’s in a rush? The thrill of change has been replaced by the soft, cozy hug of the sameness.
There is only one miracle in this world: You are alive. How and due to what you know that? How do you know yourself? I am not involving any philosophy here.
Everything you've been taught so far is a lie. Everything you think you know is a lie. History, who you are, where you come from and all your beliefs are lies and that's why it's so difficult for you to be happy.
After 60 and 23 years of spiritual search I see that books are really waste of time. There is nothing to be found in books but some of them are worse than others.
You know how it goes. One day you’re born, one day you die. Everything that happens in between you think you know and understand, but everything that happened before and will happen after, you know nothing about.
I love my wife, my daughter, father, niece and relatives, some friends and I'm concerned about them. I care about their well being and I am sad seeing their suffering wondering how deep their ignorance regarding spiritual matters really is.
Entertainment
In street language "turn down for what" is a question used by teenagers. "Turn up" is the act of getting drunk and high and being reckless so "turn down" means sobering up. Turn down for what? is really saying I am fucked up and I don't care no matter what.
Awakening begins when you realize you’re going nowhere. You simply start to wake up from the dream that you know where you’ll end up. We feel isolated because around us other people are living life to the fullest. 😌
You think you’re living a perfectly normal life. You wake up, get dressed, and slip into the steady rhythm of existence. You go to work, meet friends, scroll through social media. Everything feels fine. Ordinary. Real.
Aging actually happens in a short time at specific ages. Physiological studies has found, we are getting older rapidly around age 44 and especially around age 60.
My dear friends, we are old! The United Nations, considers old age to be 60 and over. Congratulation. It is official. We made it so far. 💓 Now, the time has come to stand aside and observe.
I would suddenly stop, get off the bike and observe, the road and surroundings. I would feel happiness of the simple presence.
