I appreciate this.
i have no expectations of people. I used too and it was pure suffering. Now I find joy in interactions without expectations. I never know what people are thinking, or going to do or not do, and if they are supportive or not supportive, or care or don’t care. I don’t think hell is other people s much as thinking about other people thinking. Now that’s hell.
I’m happy with that. I have focus, a few people who’s actions are supportive, and the company of many persona’s that play life as an act. I don’t, it’s my life.
Anthony D’Mello wrote a book, “The Way to Love”
I encourage everyone to read that book. He lays out the paradigm for existing as human so very well.
Just a thought.
Breathe, laugh, the entire universe is breathing and laughing. Do you know why?
Bryan
Funny you should mention expectations. Some years ago when I was first thrust with full-time homelessness, the words “expect no compassion” ran through my head. I found this really helpful. I would often *feel* that I was receiving something other than compassion in a situation where compassion seemed appropriate — for example, judgment, condescension, patronizing, etc. However the blow was always lessened if I remembered not to expect any compassion to begin with. It’s as though the expectation provides a kind of screen or prism that distorts a true view of reality.
Or as the saying goes, “expectations are resentments under construction.” I’ve found this helpful as well. I’m not sure how this fits into the PTSD factor. The extreme is when the perception seems to be overtaken by a perceived similarity between what is happening in the present and some distant past phenomenon that was traumatic, that one blocked out of one’s conscious memory. This is what we call a “trigger.” It becomes a real challenge at such moments to maintain objectivity; it’s as though one’s senses get overtaken by an unseen force. But it helps to remember; “This too shall pass.” The experience may seem final and ultimate, but it always passes, and further down the road, there is calm.
Eden in Babylon 
I appreciate this.
i have no expectations of people. I used too and it was pure suffering. Now I find joy in interactions without expectations. I never know what people are thinking, or going to do or not do, and if they are supportive or not supportive, or care or don’t care. I don’t think hell is other people s much as thinking about other people thinking. Now that’s hell.
I’m happy with that. I have focus, a few people who’s actions are supportive, and the company of many persona’s that play life as an act. I don’t, it’s my life.
Anthony D’Mello wrote a book, “The Way to Love”
I encourage everyone to read that book. He lays out the paradigm for existing as human so very well.
Just a thought.
Breathe, laugh, the entire universe is breathing and laughing. Do you know why?
Bryan
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as much as thinking,
post fix
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Funny you should mention expectations. Some years ago when I was first thrust with full-time homelessness, the words “expect no compassion” ran through my head. I found this really helpful. I would often *feel* that I was receiving something other than compassion in a situation where compassion seemed appropriate — for example, judgment, condescension, patronizing, etc. However the blow was always lessened if I remembered not to expect any compassion to begin with. It’s as though the expectation provides a kind of screen or prism that distorts a true view of reality.
Or as the saying goes, “expectations are resentments under construction.” I’ve found this helpful as well. I’m not sure how this fits into the PTSD factor. The extreme is when the perception seems to be overtaken by a perceived similarity between what is happening in the present and some distant past phenomenon that was traumatic, that one blocked out of one’s conscious memory. This is what we call a “trigger.” It becomes a real challenge at such moments to maintain objectivity; it’s as though one’s senses get overtaken by an unseen force. But it helps to remember; “This too shall pass.” The experience may seem final and ultimate, but it always passes, and further down the road, there is calm.
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