Idleness and lazinesss is very good for you, important even as it was and still is your inalienable right work was the implanted concepts, dogs are lazy, birds take time to be lazy, talk more of "the very image and likeness of God" It is called masterly inactivity and we have forgotten how it is done.
You are the only animal on earth that pays rent
You are the only animal on earth that doesn't sleep when he wants.
You are the only animal on earth that buys drinking water
You are the only animal that buys the food he eats
So what has work done for you in the last 500 years of civilization.
Even though he described it as a stressful state, Gandhi didn't dare stand up from his wool yarning, or get up from reading the Ramayana over and over, it was Idleness wrought in auto-ourigos
Your great grandfather slaved and still couldn't get up from out the work, still they passed it on to their children who are still working till today.
You will never make it out alive so why are you even trying, or at least not doing it at your own pace, No one remembers your grandfather's life, no one will remember you.
What? if you really think deeply hasn't disappointed you in this life, so why are you still eager? While you are trying your best to seriously adult, don't forget to pay attention to the we, unserious children who have a way of shrinking our egos and dumping that burden on the ground where it rightfully belongs.
Thoreau talks about the sympathy society offers to an invalid, it isn't because he is not complete and can't be responsible for himself but it a sympathy that stems from his inability to work, farcical, mad world.
Crazed in their search for money, the best of them couldn't even offer the simplest courtesy lest they forget their self deceit, and it's all hurtling towards waste, the wring diet, meat.
From the beginning of time the carnivorous man have been the rapacious, meat malformed Cain's brain bloated his ego that made him kill own brother for better offering to a diaphanous gossamer.
It's the fear, pang and the throes of an askewed living, a frequency of the foolish, everything in this life, even reality itself was a sell, your problem only if you were interested.
Your great grandfather slaved and still couldn't get up from out the work, still they passed it on to their children who are still working till today.
You will never make it out alive so why are you even trying, or at least not doing it at your own pace, No one remembers your grandfather's life, no one will remember you.
What? if you really think deeply hasn't disappointed you in this life, so why are you still eager? While you are trying your best to seriously adult, don't forget to pay attention to the we, unserious children who have a way of shrinking our egos and dumping that burden on the ground where it rightfully belongs.
Thoreau talks about the sympathy society offers to an invalid, it isn't because he is not complete and can't be responsible for himself but it a sympathy that stems from his inability to work, farcical, mad world.
Crazed in their search for money, the best of them couldn't even offer the simplest courtesy lest they forget their self deceit, and it's all hurtling towards waste, the wring diet, meat.
From the beginning of time the carnivorous man have been the rapacious, meat malformed Cain's brain bloated his ego that made him kill own brother for better offering to a diaphanous gossamer.
It's the fear, pang and the throes of an askewed living, a frequency of the foolish, everything in this life, even reality itself was a sell, your problem only if you were interested.
It is a theft, a theft of your existence that you should forget your leisure and deny yourself the idleness that lower animals enjoy for free
I had a friend love forlorn, complaining about looking for a heart that one can completely trust, a heart that accepts him completely. I said you are looking for God, and you couldn't find him in the work or the end of, if it be the means and a vagina as the end.
Idleness, living life slowly, at your pace, one day at a time, better bears witness to the all changes that are soon to be forgotten, rotting in the grave as you would invariably be.
Here are two essays explaining why it is your right to be lazy, understand that this life is your participation in this reality and it is your right to decide If you want it or not, or at what pace.
Bertrand Russell -In Praise of Idleness
Yoshida Kenko - Essay in Idleness
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