Three years ago I read a book by Howard C. Cutler about the Dalai Lama’s views on spiritual and mental freedom. Cutler is a western psychiatrist and they had many conversations over several years about how to live a fulfilling live looked at from their different perspectives. It’s called The Art Of Happiness.
At that time I was questioning my life, what I want to do with it, and generally didn’t know where to go next. I was thinking a lot about how I can live a meaningful live, in fact I still am asking myself this question every day. What is a happy life? What is meaning? Where shall I go next? This book was sort of the beginning of a longer journey, which I’m still on and always will be, into getting more meaning back into my life and it was a great input.
Yesterday I saw that book lying on a pile and I started to read it again. It is fascinating to see that a lot of the things that didn’t make a lot of sense the first time I read it are making so much more sense now. Here’s a short story I really love and totally subscribe to from my own experience: the Dalai Lama explains that he doesn’t really distinguish between meeting an old friend or a new person. They are both the same to him – humans which share the same experience – and he meets them with pure compassion.
Here we go, that’s this week’s thought.
Above is a photo form my view out of the bus while I’m writing this.
Stay classy San Diego,
Vinnie