yesterday i said to ky: "why does my totem have to be a monk? why can't my icon be a lovebird... at least they come in pairs. i don't want to be a monk anymore."
the cyborg sage said to the tempestuous foot-stamping child "we don't choose, it chooses us".
the path to acceptance is riddled with the cognition of weaknesses and recognising our own limitations. like roadside barriers their successful negotiation is key in order for any monk to maintain one's life-long pilgrimage to truly know [one's] self. and others.
only then might one continue skipping along the dusty roadside on this incredible journey. to unconditional love.
sabbe satta sukhi hontu
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