Happiness is the absence of striving for happiness.
Zhuangzi
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Enter please.
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A note about yesterday's entry. I do not figure a readership by how many comments I get but by how many times my journal is actually clicked on, whether it's read or not. I appreciate each and every comment. I don't write for the comments or for myself. I'm not used to that. A performing artist doesn't work for himself alone. The success of a play is judged by how many people come to see it. At the Charles Playhouse in Boston we performed a matinee for one person on a terribly rainy day. At the Tribeca Lab in NYC we performed for one person who left at intermission. I will write for one person if necessary, but I am currently disappointed at the size of the audience, That's all.
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I strive for happiness.
I strive for the end of striving.
I strive for the end of trouble.
I strive for the end of recent trouble on top of chronic trouble on top of 70 years of trouble.
I strive for solvency.
I strive to know how much my debts are and where the money is coming from to pay for them.
I strive for health.
I strive to be able to see well enough to read again, to chew again and to walk without pain again, to clear my chest and stop coughing.
I strive for a home.
I strive for a comfortable place to live, with nice things around me, friends nearby and an interesting neighborhood.
I strive to know.
I strive for knowledge, for understanding and for wisdom.
I strive for approval.
I strive to be acknowledged, understood and accepted.
I strive for love.
I strive to love, to be loved and to be lovable.
I strive for power.
I strive for strength to meet the day, largeness of heart and clearness of mind.
I strive for faith.
I strive for belief in myself, in certainty about my future and for confidence in my destiny.
I strive for freedom.
I strive to be allowed to live out my life unencumbered and untethered to trouble, lack or confusion.
I strive for enlightenment.
I strive to reveal mysteries, to see beyond limits, to uncover truth.
I strive for the end of striving.
I strive for happiness.
DB
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May an angel appear at your window.
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WEEKEND PUZZLE
it's weel uf 4 toon
It's a song title. Ask me for letters.
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Good luck.
6 comments:
Hello from Georgia! See, you're getting comments from me even when we're on the road. Love ya, Beth
Ah, you'll always have an audience!
If it's an audience of one--its me!
Will the letters be placed on the grid or do we have to figure out for ourselves where they go?
I have recommendations for strengthening your legs to walk better, but of course I'm not a doctor...only play one on the internet.
"May an angel appear at your window." AND may I add, "May all 5 of my Grandkids show up on your door!" Nice trade, no? (it's my atempt at humor) Anne
I don't know how I found your blog, I could not remember....I read it without striving and your philosophies are much down to earth.
Your I Strive is very profound.
I am close to 60 and without bragging, I am drug free. Meaning I live through many difficult times, had few sickness far in between...and I can say, I am thankful for my life living without the company of dreadful medications.
To me, I only have one life, and that I must take good care of that one Precious Breath...
I actually thought the other day, "I'm happy" when there's absolutely nothing going on in my life that is going right, right now; we are in a difficult season (geesh, we've been in a difficult season almost since we got married almost 29 years ago; we have faced a lot of difficulties and problems, etc), but anyway, I have to agree with what Zhuangzi said with "happiness is the absenc eof striving for happiness".
I think we let life such the happiness out of us. We have to remember who we are and why we were created and if we get that, I think we will find happiness beyond any personal tragedies and drama we may be going through at the time
betty
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