Taming the monkey is the term used frequently in Buddhism, Meditation and just generally on the spiritual path.
If you think about a monkeys behaviour it is immediately apparent that they are all over the shop, can't sit still or do any one thing for too long before they are distracted by something else.
At times the mind or for the sake of my own blog, shall I say my mind gets a little loose. I have spent the greater part of this year in my own company observing this and slowly learning how to discipline myself when things get a little hectic upstairs.
I have been in Sydney now for just over 3 weeks and I feel like the monkey has escaped its cage. While I feel more grounded in familiar surroundings and am able to train as I like, when I like...the most important thing in my life. I feel that the energy is totally scattered and as a result it is leaking in all directions, none of which feel right.
I am calling it P.T.D. Post Travel Depression / Distress!
I am not sure where to start...so am gonna workshop it right here!
Obviously an income would be beneficial, but where from. Everything I want or think I could do and have therefore applied to is not returning a favourable response if at all. Which leads me to believe, that this would not be a suitable path. OK fine. I can handle that.
So then what? am I supposed to create groups and t-shirts and hope that things build up quick enough to create an income that then allows me a) to buy a car and b) move back into the city...but then, all of this requires a total commitment to staying here in Sydney for an unknown period.
Well thats not so bad...Sydney is fab for the time being, family, friends, familiarity. Sounds like a good deal. But to not be out there traveling does not sound like fun! Someone to travel with on a permanent basis would be fucking ideal but not everyone is on the same path or as nomadic as I am or can handle the instability like I do. (Though it may not sound like that right now)....I am actually sweet about who I am (Soham). But...all this travel makes it hard to meet and really develop anything long lasting and sustainable.
The other option is, do anything that gets me money to get me through to the end of the year at which time it will christmas and all the fun stuff and then throw myself into 4 years of study. Eeeek commitment...this will be the next post as this is a whole other subject inextricably linked to this monkey mind of mine right now...FUCK could commitment be the answer to this wild animalistic monkey of mine palying acrobatics in my head?
If you think about a monkeys behaviour it is immediately apparent that they are all over the shop, can't sit still or do any one thing for too long before they are distracted by something else.
At times the mind or for the sake of my own blog, shall I say my mind gets a little loose. I have spent the greater part of this year in my own company observing this and slowly learning how to discipline myself when things get a little hectic upstairs.
I have been in Sydney now for just over 3 weeks and I feel like the monkey has escaped its cage. While I feel more grounded in familiar surroundings and am able to train as I like, when I like...the most important thing in my life. I feel that the energy is totally scattered and as a result it is leaking in all directions, none of which feel right.
I am calling it P.T.D. Post Travel Depression / Distress!
I am not sure where to start...so am gonna workshop it right here!
Obviously an income would be beneficial, but where from. Everything I want or think I could do and have therefore applied to is not returning a favourable response if at all. Which leads me to believe, that this would not be a suitable path. OK fine. I can handle that.
So then what? am I supposed to create groups and t-shirts and hope that things build up quick enough to create an income that then allows me a) to buy a car and b) move back into the city...but then, all of this requires a total commitment to staying here in Sydney for an unknown period.
Well thats not so bad...Sydney is fab for the time being, family, friends, familiarity. Sounds like a good deal. But to not be out there traveling does not sound like fun! Someone to travel with on a permanent basis would be fucking ideal but not everyone is on the same path or as nomadic as I am or can handle the instability like I do. (Though it may not sound like that right now)....I am actually sweet about who I am (Soham). But...all this travel makes it hard to meet and really develop anything long lasting and sustainable.
The other option is, do anything that gets me money to get me through to the end of the year at which time it will christmas and all the fun stuff and then throw myself into 4 years of study. Eeeek commitment...this will be the next post as this is a whole other subject inextricably linked to this monkey mind of mine right now...FUCK could commitment be the answer to this wild animalistic monkey of mine palying acrobatics in my head?
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