There’s these silent retreats that Buddhists talk about. One week, no talking. Only thought and meditation.
The quiet is definitely one of my favorite parts of being alive, no music, no one’s voice coming in, none of my own voice going out.
Just. Fucking.Quiet.
Buddhists are actually my favorite religious people, particularly the ones that don’t talk about it.
Meditation is wayyyy fucking harder than prayer,and you’re actually doing a mental exercise instead of talking to an entity that may or may not exist.
Cheaper than a therapeutic psychedelic session. Maybe 4 g’s. Just to go, and not say shit… For a week. Not to battle your thoughts but to battle the activity of thinking. Fucking brutal. 5 minutes feels like 5 days.
I can’t link up with them about the afterlife,but the living practice is really pretty honorable.
I get a lot of thoughts, often. I wish I had better tools to deal with that.
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