Was just watching something on youtube. I’ll embed it but it’s a little long. It’s the middle section to a movie I have to watch for a class, called Ancient Futures. In it they discuss the inter-related and interconnectedness of everything, I think they’re talking about it in a more environmental way, but It calls to mind a book Jen let me barrow. I still haven’t returned it yet. It’s called The Art of Happiness. It’s by the Dali Lama and a western psychologist named Howard C. Cutler. In the book they discuss the ways to finding happiness, and sure it’s a little bit pop psychology/touchy feely, but I kind of get the concepts they are talking about. Maybe something about it resonates with you too?
There is further discussion about leading yourself to happiness by connecting with other people. Realizing that we are all more alike than less alike. And to tell you the truth, I think I read it, and was like, eh, ok whatever ya that makes sense. But now I think about that book and some of the silly or outright dumb stuff that has taken place in my life in the past few years and realize that it’s true. The book is for all practical purposes correct for me. I’ve begun to understand myself better by how I relate to other people, and really to try to connect with them on some level.
Anyhow, this is all a little too neo-hippy for me, but I like the general concepts. I don’t think I’m afraid to admit that I have some of those tendencies within me, but I’m not always sure how to express them. I wish I didn’t even have to. For example, my father doesn’t have to express them, but I get this sense about him that he just gets it, my mom too, but in a different way. I never thought I’d say this, but I want to be more like my parents.
Here’s the video section that spurred this.
And I totally recommend reading that book. You don’t have to get all sensitive or anything, no burning of incense is necessary, but it’s a good read. It made a lot of things in my head more clear, and it really was a vehicle for me finding out how to take better care of me.
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