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there's the part of me that is having the fit in the bank, it's the part of me that can't understand why they won't give me my money so i can pay my rent, the part of me that believes in the just and the fair, the part that can't stand being frustrated even for a second- the part that's crying and yelling at the teller and clutching a bunch of meaningless slips of paper that aren't helping me get into my bank account at all.
and then there's the part of me that is watching all of this happen from a place very far away, the part that is embarassed for me, the part that knows there is no such thing as "fair," that the concept is a fallacy and so is the hope that things will get "better," because there is no better, there is no good & there is no bad- there is only a constant and somewhat pathetic struggle that the buddhists have known about for centuries . all life is suffering. why has it taken me this long to figure it out? because once acknowledged, it can be accepted, and then i can run around being cheerful about how "over it," i am.
and then there's the part of me that is watching all of this happen from a place very far away, the part that is embarassed for me, the part that knows there is no such thing as "fair," that the concept is a fallacy and so is the hope that things will get "better," because there is no better, there is no good & there is no bad- there is only a constant and somewhat pathetic struggle that the buddhists have known about for centuries . all life is suffering. why has it taken me this long to figure it out? because once acknowledged, it can be accepted, and then i can run around being cheerful about how "over it," i am.