Insane to me that the fate of the entire mcu really did hinge entirely upon whether two fucked up old men could get along or not. Like there were villains and plots and stuff but seriously. It came down to whether captain America and iron man were willing to put aside their differences and stop having angry sloppy freaky sex with eachother for two minutes in order to actually communicate. And this was an integral plot device of multiple movies.
The issue isn’t the experiences, the trauma, the habits, the life circumstances, the relationships — it’s the attachment of all these things to an illusionary self that doesn’t truly exist.
There’s a zen buddhist saying that ‘while you’re walking the path, if you meet the buddha.. kill him.’ The root of all suffering is attachment — to the self.
You can have any experience you want, but remember that both you and the experience, are a dream within a dream — you are both the dream and dreamer, and the illusion of all of it.
You are a divine paradox. There’s no words to describe all that you are.
My new year’s resolution is recognizing that I would rather wait endlessly for an ethereal love than to waste even a second of my precious energy on someone who isnt worthy.
“man on the moon” represents my willing struggle to wait for that perfect connection.
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