I'm not easily impressed. You could have spent years studying in school, and have degrees and letters after your name. I'm not impressed.
Your ability to jump through hoops and do as you are told? It doesn't win my admiration. I don't care how much stuff you have stacked up in your home or homes either. Yawn "The things you own OWN YOU."~Tyler Durden, Fight Club
Attachment doesn't impress me. Your goals and dreams, your desires, don't particularly interest me either.
Don't you know this place is like a train platform, or a city bus terminal? Your life is this brief period of time waiting for your number to arrive. Your physical vehicle, your body, is like a whisp of momentary smoke and then gone.
And mostly all I hear is people talking about how much money they want to get, and what stuff they are going to pile up...or how their body or someone else's body is shaped. Some people tell me they are all about making this brief wait at this bus stop into "an extraordinary life"---a layover that the other travelers are gonna be talking about for many whisps of momentary smoke to come.
Some say it's about the adventures, the experiences, the geography of your wanderings. Got some fame? Know someone famous? I'm not impressed. And if you were trying to impress anyone or seek anyone's approval, I'd really be unimpressed.
But if you dropped those walls, tore down your own defenses, that'd be awesome, really amazing, truly significant. Not much else has meaning in the long run. Degrees and money, achievements and toys---ARE NOT ALLOWED ON THE BUS.
But you could use this brief passing time to get naked, real and vulnerable, despite the pain and terror of facing your past losses, traumas, disappointments, betrayals and failures.
Why not feel those wounds so you can let them move on? You could forgive yourself, love yourself and maybe connect with passing travelers in a way that will have meant something when your number, or theirs, arrives. It won't be long now.
