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Practising Buddhism is really hard, more book recommendations?
>read the book Path to Nibbana by David C. Johnson
>been meditating on and off for almost a year now
>when I was really consistent, felt complete peace and think one time I entered the first jhana, saw a bunch of flickering lights
>after the fact though, I disregard meditation as placebo, part of me feels like my experience wasnt "real"
>also thought perhaps meditation is only this beneficial because my life was going pretty smooth by then, no real threats
>recently at my job this new guy was fucking around my vicinity, looking for something to do, had a customer outside to be dealt with
>told him to go deal with that if he has nothing better to do
>he says "why?" trying to challenge me
>boiled immediately boiled and had thoughts about "do you have anything fucking better to do?"
>"you come here to fucking work this isn't a daycare"
>"this fucking ungrateful jackass after we've been far nicer to him than all our previous new recruits, testing our patience"
>"ill fucking spit on your dead sisters grave, fucking punk bitch" (his sister died recently, he missed a few days of work this past week)
>was about to go full fucking world war 3, this smaller guy having the nerve when I could bench his weight for a warmup
>literally had primal urge to put him on a chokehold and watch him suffocate
>instead, I sternly said "So what do you mean by 'why?' exactly?"
>he complies, gives awkward smile
>he starts being really chummy after, I just nod my head without saying a word
I reflected on this deeply that night, tried to meditate. My ego gnawing at me felt like I was in a pit of fire, convincing me that I should've knocked him out or even kill him. He challenged my authority, real chimp politics. It assuaged me however knowing he was going through rough times, and perhaps he felt like he's being taken advantage of as a new guy, as he was more compliant before that incident. I also felt like if I HAD taken action, I'd feel guilty for I'm taking advantage of conditions that benefit me (I'm larger than him and closer with management, example, but hypothetically what if this weren't the case?) Still, lips dry no appetite. Truly, I am as human as it gets. Intense love but burning hatred, balancing them is a herculean task. My inner peace seems to have been more contingent on the world around me. How much of my comfort, or happiness, is even of my own making? Am I just a product of fortunate circumstances? I need peace regardless if I'm locked in a room with primal inmates, with nobody but my mind to rely on.
>been meditating on and off for almost a year now
>when I was really consistent, felt complete peace and think one time I entered the first jhana, saw a bunch of flickering lights
>after the fact though, I disregard meditation as placebo, part of me feels like my experience wasnt "real"
>also thought perhaps meditation is only this beneficial because my life was going pretty smooth by then, no real threats
>recently at my job this new guy was fucking around my vicinity, looking for something to do, had a customer outside to be dealt with
>told him to go deal with that if he has nothing better to do
>he says "why?" trying to challenge me
>boiled immediately boiled and had thoughts about "do you have anything fucking better to do?"
>"you come here to fucking work this isn't a daycare"
>"this fucking ungrateful jackass after we've been far nicer to him than all our previous new recruits, testing our patience"
>"ill fucking spit on your dead sisters grave, fucking punk bitch" (his sister died recently, he missed a few days of work this past week)
>was about to go full fucking world war 3, this smaller guy having the nerve when I could bench his weight for a warmup
>literally had primal urge to put him on a chokehold and watch him suffocate
>instead, I sternly said "So what do you mean by 'why?' exactly?"
>he complies, gives awkward smile
>he starts being really chummy after, I just nod my head without saying a word
I reflected on this deeply that night, tried to meditate. My ego gnawing at me felt like I was in a pit of fire, convincing me that I should've knocked him out or even kill him. He challenged my authority, real chimp politics. It assuaged me however knowing he was going through rough times, and perhaps he felt like he's being taken advantage of as a new guy, as he was more compliant before that incident. I also felt like if I HAD taken action, I'd feel guilty for I'm taking advantage of conditions that benefit me (I'm larger than him and closer with management, example, but hypothetically what if this weren't the case?) Still, lips dry no appetite. Truly, I am as human as it gets. Intense love but burning hatred, balancing them is a herculean task. My inner peace seems to have been more contingent on the world around me. How much of my comfort, or happiness, is even of my own making? Am I just a product of fortunate circumstances? I need peace regardless if I'm locked in a room with primal inmates, with nobody but my mind to rely on.