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Why We Love Narcissists - Tomas Chamorro-Premuzic - Harvard Business Review

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Thought I would share this great and insightful article...

Is it Possible?

I wonder, to much chagrin, is it possible to achieve spiritual enlightenment while living among the populace, continuing a life as prescribed by society?  It seems most, if not all, who achieve a certain level of enlightenment seem to forego a path within the typical populace, becoming monks, priests, rabbi's in a secular environment to study from within.  To attain high spiritual growth do you have to walk into the forest alone such as Walden had? I believe you do.  At least for a significant amount of time.  The distractions living among the crowd are almost insurmountable.  To leave your family, your offspring, to venture onto the path toward enlightenment as Buddha did almost seems disgraceful and quite the opposite of the Teachings.  In fact, the story of the Prince who walks out on his newborn and dying wife simply is off-putting to say the least.  I know the sublime nature of finding one's self, I personally have had an amazing experience, a spontaneous enlightened moment of which no words would ever be able to describe.  I know Nirvana, I know what everyone is seeking, I've been there, I know it is possible.  Wondering whether this insight has been a blessing or a curse over the years has confounded me.  To seek you shall never find.  To know, how can you not seek?  Such a conundrum, a labyrinth, a Mobius strip.  To attain such a state of grace whilst living a life of validation is simply not possible, but I must try, I will not leave my son.  I know what awaits after the ever after, the consciousness of being.  So, at this juncture in life, I am trying to turn to simplicity, enjoyment, fulfillment, acknowledgment, understanding, acceptance, and adequacy until such a time I may venture forth into the forest alone on the quest of quests.  To understand is only the first step of a very long journey which isn't measured in a lifetime, but many lifetimes.

Post Script

Thinking of the past quickens the heart leading into thoughts of the future. Who sits just enjoying the now? Was the past better? Worse? The future? Part of beginning life is releasing the analyzing, the daydreaming, parasitic thoughts which enjoy controlling the wanting of the future and the pining of the past. Simply enjoying this moment in life is sublime. No worries here, nothing to think about, nothing to annoy. Simple and profound. Just acknowledging the beauty which surrounds, the love abounds. To put away worries and wants, to-do tasks and financial stressors, stopping the flood of thoughts just for a moment, a split second, and enjoy the quietude in the night. What an amazing moment in time.

Exponential Potential

Inside it stirs. An invisible mass, imperceptible in the beginning. Hidden from consciousness, camouflaged with thought. Unnoticed by most, patiently lying dormant, waiting, sometimes through generations, for a moment of stillness in one's mind to surface. Maybe a glimpse is caught, confusion abounds. Tranquility beyond reality, a light of peace sweeping through the heart.  This glimpse, this glimmer of true nature, quickly swallowed by thought. To make sense of the senseless. To name the nameless. Put aside but never forgotten. Life returns, breached slightly by an insight into the knowing. Always nagging, an inner feeling never too far away. To see, to hear, to touch pervades the being. If chased it is fleeting, never to be found. Only stillness of mind and heart bring it about. Once witnessed, fear subsides, simplicity abounds, life radiates, vibrations flow. The connectedness is enriched.

Boredom pervades my soul

Being unemployed is taking its toll. Odd, when working, I have issues with not enough time to enjoy life, yet when I have too much time on my agenda, it seems it's worse. Depression sets in, lethargy usurps my day, and I go into a mental meltdown. Finding things to fill my day becomes arduous, yet being slothful diminishes any productive behavior. I need to set my mind straight for tomorrow and begin the day with a fresh step in the forward direction instead of stagnating in a pool of misery. To reset my brain is the goal for tomorrow.

Finite existence

To think, we have a finite existence here on earth before our conscious returns to the collective. I find it quite interesting most people, especially these fanatical Christians are afraid of death. You would think, if you had true faith in your religion, knowing you would be going to a better place, I highly doubt you would be hoarding guns and ammo, digging bunkers, stock piling food for the end of the world. Speaking of this rapture to whom these christian zealots refer, they seem to always find a loop hole to avoid the pain and suffering at the end of times lol. The theologian who came up with the idea of rapture was brilliant. "How can I preach the destruction of the world, yet make people believe they can avoid the pain and suffering and even death... I know, they will be raptured... Ha... I'd rather take my virgins and be done with it... Speaking of which, is this really referenced in the Koran? I have yet to read this book. I should put it on my reading list.. The Bible was a real bore of a read. To be aware of every parable told by Jesus has been taken completely out of context and twisted to suit the needs of the masses, destroyed my enjoyment of this book. Every verse read I would think how could anyone take literal translations from this? Absurd I tell you! Ah, the human mind can twist anything to feed its own ego. The need to be right, coupled with the need to have something to fight against, gives more than enough energy to build one's ego, let alone a collective of ego's. I want to have coffee with my friend James Schram, unfortunately, I missed the opportunity the other day as I had slept in after a long sleepless night. If you are reading this Mr Schram, I beg of you to make time for coffee this weekend. Our conversations are without a doubt the only one's I truly enjoy. I just cannot relate to others very well. I know for the masses, this rambling won't hold much interest for long." who is this guy, posting a daily journal of garbage, no one is going to read anyways. " well,  Mr.. Mr.. I will write and publish publicly my useless brain functions just to annoy you. And with that I bid you ado.. Till next time my friend.