pleased

 In the mirror, I seemed a little pink, a little yellow. My eyebrows were really weedy, yellowish green and growing again. I love them. The thickeees. I love feeling manly, old, aged. In this context anyway. Oh, I imagined trimming my chest hair. It's probably time for a trim. I like my chest hair but it's might be just one of those things that needs to be scheduled/ given into. Norms.

What else. Is this a “Dear Diary” entry? Why now? Why not? Ok. Ok. On. On. On. On.

I've been revisiting my teachers again (that happens often when I'm inspired and discouraged as often as I have been recently), the Dalia Lama my favorite zealot so far. Ha. Honestly, I'm constantly inspired and improved by each lesson. The H.H.D.L. has a gift for expressing incredibly dense ideas. It's not that he makes them easier to understand so much as it becomes apparent when you read his work that his sincere desire to communicate and to not hold back, his motivation to share, if you will, is beautiful and touching. It's the wisdom that needs to be expressed. HHDL is gifting it to us, telling us that it's not easy to absorb, perhaps not even fully absorbable but that we need to dedicate ourselves to wisdom when it whispers in our ear, or face a lifetime of negligence and cowardice. You cannot remove truth from your mind even if the truth bounces between the false borders of contrary views and paradoxes.

I don't make sense as I understand. I am pleased.