These past two days I’ve been feeling at peace, and the days preceding ‘these past two days’ were pretty crappy if I may say so myself. I just needed a little break from everything and have some time for reflection and recollection. I could say I’m recovering from my semi-psychotic mental illness, but I’m never positively sure—- Crazy people are never sure. I think this state of peace started in third period P.E. when we did yoga. I really think it did, as silly as it sounds. That same night, I had ballet practice and you could only imagine dancing gracefully to the peaceful orchestrated music.
Well.. that’s not all. I read all of Wisdom of Buddha that same night, and we all know (hopefully) that Buddhism is all about finding inner-peace and detachment from the world and its incompetent earthly pleasures. Just reading it made me feel at ease though there are principles that I disagree with. I don’t believe in Buddha as my God, but I admire their ‘way of life’. I should just become a quasi-Buddhist, indulgent only in the philosophy and ideology of the religion itself. It makes me feel like I should always strive to be at peace: “As a man who loves life avoids poison”
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