A few habits i am working on:
1) Quit using emoticons or heart/like buttons.
Express what you feel in words. You are a poet and a writer. Stop taking the easy way out! I never liked the LIKE button. It is so boring and lacklustre. I almost feel offended when people “like” my stuff. I want hearts. I want love. I want anger. I want you to either love or hate me. When I get too many likes, I think “another failure”. Almost as bad as none. But it’s good because I have to level up. Raise your game Markus boy. Dont blame your audience cause you suck. Adjust. SAY WHAT YOU REALLY MEAN. Stop beating around the bush. Stop being a mediocrity. SING FOR THE REVOLUTION. SING LIKE YOU ARE GONNA DIE SOON and this is the violin quartet on the titanic. SING LIKE YOU ARE ON DEATH ROW and this is your last meal. Dig deeper. Urgency motherfucker/lover. Think about the orphans and the animals in the factories. Who is singing for them? I AM. Not just singing for them but I am them. We all are… The world is burning and we are worried about our belly fat. Become so good they cant ignore you. Never stop painting.
2) Quit swearing… lazy form of language.
Or at least use it sparingly. Save it for the songs. Fuck this fuck that shit ass cunts. They are just words. Banging away on the piano in FF (fortissimo) with every note is not cool. Nurse the keys like they are wounded soldiers. Let the stillness and silence guide you through the bloodbath. Who’s my little war lover?
3) Master Habit:
Bringing the meditation game to your every waking moment. I still get annoyed and irritated when others aren’t perfect Buddhas and virtuosos. Then remind myself to follow breath and have compassion. I project my own inadequacies onto you because I desire transcendence. All past and future is ego. You are remembering things. You are getting caught in things. Attached to situations and people and places. You constructed an identity around all that. You wanted things to be a certain way and stay like that to feel safe and consistent. Children have needs. Humans have needs. Men have needs. Women have needs. Psycho social sexual spiritual financial nutritional creative physical intellectual NEEDS. Nobody is ever gonna meet all of them exactly when you need them to. Trauma and disappointment is inevitable. Part of the game of being human. Your parents and friends and everyone did their best. They are not supreme masters of being. Forgive them all. You are free when you arrive here and now. Welcome home. Keep coming back. I am here with you. THIS is the love game. Meditation + Love = Heaven on earth. And why i hesitate to divide anyone into us/them category. We are not THAT different.
GOD IS IN THE MIRROR
wink & smile
And kiss me you fool