We are not tired because the world is heavy... but tired because we raise the world to our own.
We are not tired because the world is heavy... but tired because we raise the world to our own.
A lot of people.
Struggling almost to death
It's like carrying the whole world on its shoulders.
But looking deeper,
The world never asks us to carry anything.
Something really heavy.
Not the world.
But is the desire
Adherence.
And that fascination
Life must be as our hearts command.
The Buddha said,
"Bhara Hwe, the hair."
The eunuch five is a heavy burden.
It's not because the body, the mind or the feeling are bad.
But because we accidentally lifted these things and extinguished
Called up
"I"
"My"
And then spend your whole life
Protect what will never be preserved.
We run to pay respect to the monk.
Make a wish.
Fix karma
Wish to be rich
May love be fulfilled
May others change.
But never let go.
People who are "asking"
The Buddha told the story of a monk who sought answers.
Ask, man.
Ask the angels
Ask Prom
Climb to the end of the world
Finally found
The answer is not in heaven.
But at the extinguishment of lust in the self-mind.
Humans are not so different.
We just changed.
From walking to find prom
Come to walk to find content
Change from asking angels
Come to plow the feed for answers
Change from carrying a bag
Come to carry drama
Carrying expectations
And bear comparisons to the whole world.
We also call that
"Living."
Both times.
It's just a thought dump.
From morning until nightfall
The most controversial is
Everyone's trying to keep "identity."
Like the most precious treasure.
When there is no retainer
"This is ourselves."
The world still rotates.
The bird's voice is still singing.
It still rains as before.
And a huge amount of suffering.
That used to look heavy
It's just a phenomenon.
Located
And then extinguished
Nirvana is therefore not an escape from Earth.
But the end of those who take the world for themselves.
Not the day the world disappeared.
But is the date that the significance is certain
"This is ourselves."
"This is ours."
Totally extinguished.
When there's no bearer.
There's no burden.
When there's no confiscator.
Distressed, all located
And the day no one left.
Keep announcing that
"I am suffering"
That's it...
Is the day that people carry the world
Put it down.
Are you tired because the world is heavy... or are you tired because you won't put things that never belonged to you in the first place?














































































