Whitney Edwards

This thread is funny.

If you were to die tomorrow, what is the one spiritual practice you would do today? I would do loving kindness meditation.

Thank you

Self compassion

Yam is similar to tapioca, taro or yuca, colocasia, it's called different stuff in different places, it tastes similar to sweet potato yet more starchy. These are underground roots

He lives on the carpet.

And we must heal faster with — love

I feel social media today is what Hollywood was to people back in 1920s.

Do you think social media is acutely responsible for creating gender wars by inspiring ideologies of toxic masculinity and femininity?

Funny how I felt the same way in my dreams a few weeks ago.

I think not having a clear purpose stands out as the most common denominator.

Well these kind of people are only good at one thing — crywolf

When you have strong morals, you can be aware of your pitfalls and traps as well as that of others. When you have weak morals, it's easy to trap others and be trapped yourself. In the end, weak morals lead to a lot of unnecessary drama which benefits nobody. The path of weak morals is just an illusion and a delusion.

I know that feeling. I can even share a pack of beer with you on that. You know for some people, love is just a number. Love for them is like changing clothes, a new shirt everyday, today it's black, tomorrow it's red. They tell you one minute they love you, next minute they don't have time for a relationship. Next day they are on a date with someone else and you wonder what happened to their fake promises, all that shit and all that jazz they always promised you. Such is life. You just have to learn to not give your heart to that kind of folks. They will act like they truly love you. In the end you're just a lonewolf. Sorry for the pun. This song matches the theme.

@integral Merci pour la faveur.

That word reminded me of someone. Thanks.

If you can't transcend survival, you can't transcend death. Logically inconsistent axioms. Appreciate life more than ruminating on death. Most people do it for morbid nihilistic cope.

@integral the best way to know if someone loves you is to see if they're emotionally available. A person who truly loves will be.

When you will have true love, nothing will matter, everything else will be false.

True love lies in deep understanding and maturity. True love is a process, not a word, not a sentence, not a display, not an expectation, not a contract, not a symbol. If two people never truly understood each other, they never really loved each other. When you find someone that truly loves you they don't need to say - I love you. You'll know it just in your heart.

Lol

That's a good explanation yet from a pragmatic standpoint, being compassionate to people and being honest and humble is not as easy as it seems to be. In fact in the past, being compassionate to people resulted into huge financial and personal costs to me. I felt like a fool. There's a heaven and earth difference between wanting to be the best person for the world versus actually going about doing it. The field work when it comes to such things might leave you with a sour taste in the mouth. It can be incredibly draining, frustrating to be this "saint" of a person yet not be completely ripped off and damaged by people who take a mile when you give them an inch.

Not at this point. Maybe some day when I think I can say it.

I have a question but before that I would like to get into a brief explanation of why I tend to lie. I think it had a lot to do with the upbringing. When I was a kid, my parents would punish me over petty stuff. Remind me constantly of my mistakes. It was incredibly stressful. It ingrained into my mind the "fear of authority." it made me realize that if I ever tell the truth to an authority, it would always result in punishment no matter the fact that I said the truth. Obviously survival came first. So instinctively my mind created the connection between lies and survival and it became apparent that survival was possible only if I lied. I think how my parents handled truth-lies situations were instrumental as well as poorly guided and it resulted in a near permanent change in the way I saw the world. They should have rewarded my honesty each time I was truthful yet they punished me. As an adult, it has become rather impossible to get rid of this wiring and I still suffer deep existential fears whenever I think of saying the truth or enforcing honesty. I don't blame them yet I think society should have the prerogative of respecting honesty. If you choose to tell the truth to a police officer and it came at the cost of punishment, most likely you're only gonna regret speaking the truth. That's what I mean. So the question I have for you is — how should I deal with the fear of judgement and punishment and how to successfully relinquish the fear in order to be able to be truthful to a decent degree? (I know at this point, 100% honesty is simply impossible. Yet I can try to be honest to a decent degree if I bypass the barrier of fear.)

@LostSoul give me a couple of hours and I'll come back with a detailed assessment and conclusion.