I truly believe you are on the right path mate and enlightenment is near. I feel a bit of it myself on this trip. Ireland for all its flaws is a very spiritual place, and awakens the Buddha nature within one. I even feel it in the pub, inspired by the warm congeniality of the average humble patron.
I’m literally a new man since the other day. It seems a lifetime ago now that I indulged in stupid banter with simpletons on the Internet. There is really no point to it, it’s a mugs game.
I have a lot of things going on in my personal life. My Childhood issues, I have a tax problem in Eire, things are bad with young Fintan, Work is up the walls, I feel under savage pressure all the time, its like living on the edge all the time. The Christmas didn’t go very well for me on a personal level. Something is going to give soon. I am annoyed about it all, having to face into the Ferry after a bad Christmas, mentally tired
Christmas can set a lad off his well trusted path but this intrusion into unexplored undergrowth is a neccessary part of personal development. It exposes the gaps in our lives and being aware of these gaps is the key.
Once you hit the mainland get back into your trusted disciplines… the morning rituals, the bulletptoof coffee, the herb encrusted darn of salmon. Subconsciously your brains wiring will be changing and addressing these gaps… Solutions will present themselves throughout 2017 in the most subtle ways.
Incredible insight, I pulled into lough bunny and wrote down a few thoughts on the way home, buying back into bullet proof coffee and herb encrusted salmon are the key focus areas of my road back to happiness and redemption
Never had this down as much of a sightseeing spot but on my usual jaunt on the bike up around Carron and back via Killinaboy i find myself slowing up at lough bunny and staring out into the stillness. There is something about it.
Don’t be tempted back to the nutribullet as I don’t believe it made much contribution to your last assault on redemption. Didn’t realize how far the blender gospel has spread in Ireland, the cunting things are everywhere and lads who used to be alright sorts handing you glasses of blended scutter in the morning. As if it makes any difference, given the amount of booze still circulating in your guts.