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my self confidence becomes tiny beads--when i'm standing still, i feel them secure, in their own specific fit. When I begin moving, through the crowd, they shift.
As much as other people gnaw at me, I don't know what I need to do yet. Two choices remain: I can change myself, or I can ignore other people.
One must admire that man who has enough tenacity to transform completely, while the man who knows himself stands confident and unchanging in a turning world.
A man, constantly changing himself, will inevitably grow to his surroundings--always meeting the standard. He will continue to expand himself and rise to new challenges. This leaves him with a problem: he will never stop; he will never be satisfied. One unhappiness will merge and change into another misery. Such a man will gain outward success and reach the stratosphere if he constantly pushes himself.
The man who listens, acknowledges, and lets pass pressures that contaminate self-assurance will maintain honor. His standard is himself and he will smile at his accomplishments, appreciating them as no one else could. As an artist, he strives to express himself, excelling at this self-expression. However, this leaves the artist unable to bridge the gap between artist and audience, forgetting to become relatable and connect to others. Art is more than expression; connection becomes the other half of the craft.
Buddhists strive for balance and harmony in life. Taking this perspective, the wisest decision would be to straddle the fence and exist teetering. While balance is excellent, the fluctuation is detrimental since the two philosophies have little congruency. The inability to find perfect balance between them is violent--like getting caught between a moving elevator and a single floor.
Must I choose one?
I hope to find the answer very soon.
As much as other people gnaw at me, I don't know what I need to do yet. Two choices remain: I can change myself, or I can ignore other people.
One must admire that man who has enough tenacity to transform completely, while the man who knows himself stands confident and unchanging in a turning world.
A man, constantly changing himself, will inevitably grow to his surroundings--always meeting the standard. He will continue to expand himself and rise to new challenges. This leaves him with a problem: he will never stop; he will never be satisfied. One unhappiness will merge and change into another misery. Such a man will gain outward success and reach the stratosphere if he constantly pushes himself.
The man who listens, acknowledges, and lets pass pressures that contaminate self-assurance will maintain honor. His standard is himself and he will smile at his accomplishments, appreciating them as no one else could. As an artist, he strives to express himself, excelling at this self-expression. However, this leaves the artist unable to bridge the gap between artist and audience, forgetting to become relatable and connect to others. Art is more than expression; connection becomes the other half of the craft.
Buddhists strive for balance and harmony in life. Taking this perspective, the wisest decision would be to straddle the fence and exist teetering. While balance is excellent, the fluctuation is detrimental since the two philosophies have little congruency. The inability to find perfect balance between them is violent--like getting caught between a moving elevator and a single floor.
Must I choose one?
I hope to find the answer very soon.