my self, here,and now

Whether you are a rag, a shirt, male female, how often do we wish to be something else. Richer, better, enlightened, Buddha..? Are we at one with the fact that ourselves, here, now is the whole practice? Nothing outside, of it?


when do you find yourself more likely to wish to be someone else?

Plum Blossoms harmonize with snow
I liked this chapter a lot. We must remember that we are unique. There is no one like us, nor will there ever be anyone like us. To try to artificial create ourselves using a model from someone else is like trying to grow plum blossoms in a greenhouse. on the outside, looks find, on the inside how much more is lacking..?

Why do you constantly compare yourself with others?