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  1. Buddha said, “Desire is the cause of suffering.”

    Then, if we want to get away from suffering, isn’t that also a kind of desire?

    My son’s exams are nearing, and my wife asked me to help him with his History lessons.

    One of the chapters was about the era of Chandragupta Maurya, along with some information about Buddha and his teachings.

    One teaching that caught my attention was the one mentioned in the title: “Desire is the cause of suffering.”

    I am no one to question Buddha’s teachings, and I am certainly nowhere close to understanding the wisdom of such great thinkers. But while helping my son study, I couldn’t stop thinking about this.

    Look at our daily lives.

    We have expectations—from others and from ourselves. When those expectations are not met, we feel disappointed, frustrated, or hurt. In other words, we suffer.

    Buddha, as the story goes, witnessed the hardships and suffering around him. He began searching for the reasons behind it. Eventually, he identified desire as one of the fundamental causes of suffering.

    He then dedicated his life to understanding and teaching the path beyond suffering.

    But here is where my confusion begins.

    If I desire to get rid of suffering, isn’t that desire too?

    If I say, “I don’t want to suffer anymore,” am I not still wanting something?

    And if wanting something is desire, then am I not caught in the same cycle again?

    Perhaps I am misunderstanding the teaching completely. Perhaps Buddha was pointing to something much deeper than simply “wanting” or “not wanting.”

    But this thought has been bothering me ever since I read that chapter with my son.

    Are we trying to escape desire… because we desire to escape suffering?

    Dear readers, if you understand this better than I do, please enlighten me.

    I would genuinely love to hear your perspective.

    #buddha #buddhism #desire #fiction #life #meditation #mentalHealth #philosophy #reflection #religion #selfReflection #spirituality #suffering #writing
  2. Buddha said, “Desire is the cause of suffering.”

    Then, if we want to get away from suffering, isn’t that also a kind of desire?

    My son’s exams are nearing, and my wife asked me to help him with his History lessons.

    One of the chapters was about the era of Chandragupta Maurya, along with some information about Buddha and his teachings.

    One teaching that caught my attention was the one mentioned in the title: “Desire is the cause of suffering.”

    I am no one to question Buddha’s teachings, and I am certainly nowhere close to understanding the wisdom of such great thinkers. But while helping my son study, I couldn’t stop thinking about this.

    Look at our daily lives.

    We have expectations—from others and from ourselves. When those expectations are not met, we feel disappointed, frustrated, or hurt. In other words, we suffer.

    Buddha, as the story goes, witnessed the hardships and suffering around him. He began searching for the reasons behind it. Eventually, he identified desire as one of the fundamental causes of suffering.

    He then dedicated his life to understanding and teaching the path beyond suffering.

    But here is where my confusion begins.

    If I desire to get rid of suffering, isn’t that desire too?

    If I say, “I don’t want to suffer anymore,” am I not still wanting something?

    And if wanting something is desire, then am I not caught in the same cycle again?

    Perhaps I am misunderstanding the teaching completely. Perhaps Buddha was pointing to something much deeper than simply “wanting” or “not wanting.”

    But this thought has been bothering me ever since I read that chapter with my son.

    Are we trying to escape desire… because we desire to escape suffering?

    Dear readers, if you understand this better than I do, please enlighten me.

    I would genuinely love to hear your perspective.

    #buddha #buddhism #desire #fiction #life #meditation #mentalHealth #philosophy #reflection #religion #selfReflection #spirituality #suffering #writing
  3. CW: Sexually suggestive

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  4. #desire : a strong feeling of wanting

    - French: désir

    - Italian: desiderio

    - Portuguese: desejo

    - Spanish: deseo

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    Word of The Hour's Annual Survey @ wordofthehour.org/r/form

  5. Sweet Thought’s by Marie @sweetmariesthoughts.wordpress.com@sweetmariesthoughts.wordpress.com ·

    July 26 2026

    Americans with Disabilities Act was signed into law on this day in 1990 it is 36 years old to today.

    Today many disabled people look at the Americans with Disabilities Act as a great first step and a stepping stone and believe we could do better by our Americans leaving with disabilities. And we could stand to do better.

    #aGlimpseAtMe #abuse #ADA #ADHD #Advocate #allMeaningful #AmericansWithDisabilitiesAct #Animals #AspergerSSyndrome #Author #Autism #awareness #bestFriend #bullying #burnout #care #clubFoot #compassion #desire #developmentOfSkill #didYouKnow #disabilities #disabilityHistoryAndPride #DisabilityPrideMonth #dos #dwarfism #education #event #freedom #getToKnowMe #goals #Gratitude #help #Life #love #LoveAndSupport #migraines #National #parents #pride #progress #PTSD #reflections #schizophrenia #selfCare #SpinaBifida #storyTelling #support #triggers #Wellbeing #Wisconsin #writing
  6. A quotation from Eric Hoffer

    Our frustration is greater when we have much and want more than when we have nothing and want some. We are less dissatisfied when we lack many things than when we seem to lack but one thing.

    Eric Hoffer (1902-1983) American writer, philosopher, longshoreman
    True Believer: Thoughts on the Nature of Mass Movements, Part 2, ch. 4, § 23 (2.4.23) (1951)

    More about this quote: wist.info/hoffer-eric/8677/

    #quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #erichoffer #avarice #desire #focus #greed #lack #more #need #poor #poverty #rich #want #wealth

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  8. A quotation from Propertius

    Yet loneliness shall weary thee, and still
    Love torture thee with longings nought can fill.
       Absence makes passion’s tide have double sway,
    Possession cloys the love of every day.
     
    [Nulla tamen lecto recipit se sola libenter:
    Est quiddam, quod vos quaerere cogat Amor.
    Semper in absentes felicior aestus amantes:
    Elevat assiduos copia longa viros.]

    Propertius (50-16 BC) Roman elegiac poet [Sextus Propertius]
    Elegies, Book 2, Elegy 33, l. 41ff (2.33.41-44) [tr. Moore (1870); 3.25]

    More about (and translations of) this quote: wist.info/propertius/6952/

    #quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #propertius #absence #affection #boredom #desire #heart #loneliness #love #possession #separation

  9. Lake Effect: A Novel

    "A wry and tender portrait of two families forever changed by one lovestruck decision that will reverberate for decades"

    Sale: $15 to $3

    by Cynthia Sweeney
    Rating: 4.3/5 (2,414 Reviews)

    #books #fiction #sagas #familydrama #women #fiction #booksky #catholic #marriage #desire

    Lake Effect: A Novel

  10. Your body isn't running on one pedal. There's an accelerator AND a brake, and most people have no idea theirs may already be halfway pressed. Any guesses what yours is?

    #Sexology #Desire #Psychology #CurlyHair #Glasses #Uniform #Bskypromo #SexEd #SexEducation #Neuroscience

  11. Greed

    Greed by kmls

    the heart is a void
    sucking greedily
    at anything around it

    a vain attempt
    to satisfy
    its eternal hunger

    until even the self
    is swallowed

    into the hollow cavern
    of its unending lust

    the person disappears

    and the dark virus remains

    the emptiness begins
    to curl back upon itself

    its bloody lips
    attacking
    in steady demise

    until all that remains
    is the ache
    of never enough.

    May 18, 1987 (rewritten June 2026)

    #1987 #addictionMetaphor #ChristianReflection #consumption #ContemplativePoetry #corruption #darkness #desire #Ego #emptiness #Greed #hollowHeart #humanCondition #hunger #inwardCollapse #lust #moralImagination #moralReflection #neverEnough #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #Poetry #selfDestruction #Sin #soul #spiritualFormation #SpiritualHunger #SpiritualPoetry #void #WordPressTagsGreed #Writing
  12. Nibbana/Nirvana is not a dualistic experience. Stop waiting for something beautiful or interesting to happen, in this world, and realise whatever happens here is impermanent and empty.

    #buddhism #nibbana #nirvana #dualism #duality #experience #desire #beauty #samsara #impermanence #anicca

  13. Top ten posts in June 2026 library.hrmtc.com/2026/07/03/t #666 #absolutelyFree #aeschylus #AgathosDaimon #aleisterCrowley #alexandria #allImplications #allParties #ancientGreekTexts #Antiphon #anyAct #anySexualPractices #approvedOrNo #aristotle #authority #beast #bestPosts #bestTen #called #CaroleRaddato #Catacombs #CatrionaMcAra #ChloeAridjis #classicalGreece #coEmerge #communicate #conjuring #conquer #contemporaryArts #CorinneHalbert #creativeIntellectuals #death #desire #desires #developedInTandem #diaryOfADrugFiend #direct #distorted #diy #doItYourself #DoubleEdgeTheatre #dreamInterpretation #dreams #Egypt #embodyingADesire #ethically #everyIntermediatelySexedIndividual #everyMan #everyWoman #extremelyVulgar #fadedIntoObscurity #feminist #figurative #film #fullyAware #fundraiser #hackReality #hackerEthos #heartilyAgree #HeidiSopinka #hermeneuticsOfSimilarity #Herodotus #hiddenMeaning #HippocraticDoctors #historicalRelationships #homer #howTo #indirect #interpret #JDamask #JohnColleton #JournalOfCinemaAndMediaStudies #June2026 #KomElShoqafa #lateTwentiethCentury #legally #LeonoraCarrington #lessWholesomeNames #liberAlVelLegis #life #literalExpression #living #LucySkaer #LynnLu #magicalMedium #magicalMetaphors #magicallyTinged #mediaForms #meet #metaphorical #methodologies #MirjamEKotwick #NewComment #newTechnologies #obviouslySchizophrenic #occultBeliefs #outrageousLies #patinaOfMagic #photography #physiologically #plato #PMPress #practices #prestige #providedOnlyThat #radio #rational #religiously #responsibilities #ripAWole #SamanthaSweeting #Self #ShiraChess #signifyMeaning #spinning #spokeUpAgainst #summary #summaryOfTheMonth #symbolic #TPolyphilus #TShirt #Technopaganism #telegraphy #television #TheAncientInterpretationOfDreams #TheAntifascistTarot #TheBookOfTheLaw #theFabricOfReality #theInternet #thePeople #TheTremblingOfALeaf #TildaSwinton #toBoot #toExceed #toTheFull #topPosts #topTen #traitors #userCentric #weiserAntiquarianBooks #WolfAtTheDoor
  14. Avarice

    A big red-lettered sign outside the house pronounced it CONDEMNED, and still I ventured across the creaky porch into the dark abyss that lay beyond the doorway.

    The sign should have been enough.

    The sagging roof should have been enough. The busted windows, the weeds grown waist-high against the steps, the porch boards soft beneath my feet like wet bread. Even the silence should have warned me, that heavy silence of a place no longer waiting to be lived in, but waiting to fall.

    Still, I entered.

    At first, I told myself I only wanted to look.

    I stepped carefully through the doorway, one hand out before me, the other trailing along the wall, my fingers gathering dust as thick as ash. The air inside was stale and sweet with rot. Somewhere in the walls, something skittered. Somewhere above me, a loose shutter tapped in the wind, though no wind seemed able to reach that far into the house.

    I walked slowly, carefully, among the rooms, savoring the cobwebbed pleasures each one offered.

    In the parlor hung a beautiful chandelier, dimmed by dust but still glittering faintly where the sunlight found it. I stood beneath it for a long moment, imagining it cleaned and lit, imagining its crystals throwing stars across a ceiling that was already splitting.

    In the dining room, half-buried beneath a fallen curtain, I found a gold-embossed vase. I turned it in my hands, brushing away the grime with my sleeve. There were cracks in it, but not enough to ruin its beauty. Not enough to keep me from wanting it.

    In the kitchen, beside a rusted sink, I found a silver spoon.

    I slipped it into my pocket.

    That was the first thing I took.

    It was so small it hardly seemed to matter. A spoon from a dead house. A little rescued thing. A little reward for courage. No one would miss it. No one could want it now.

    And yet, once it was in my pocket, I began to see more.

    A brass candlestick. A framed miniature. A blue glass bottle on a windowsill. A cracked mirror whose tarnished edge still caught my reflection and gave it back to me in fragments. Every room offered something. Every corner whispered, take this too.

    The house, for all its ruin, was rich with forgotten beauty.

    I forgot the sign.

    I forgot the porch beneath me, the warning in red letters, the dark mouth of the doorway through which I had entered. I forgot the sky outside and the field beyond and the clean air I had left behind.

    There was only the next room.

    And the next thing.

    And the next.

    I began to move faster, less carefully now, my pockets heavy, my arms full. I no longer savored the rooms. I searched them. I pulled open drawers swollen shut with damp. I kicked aside fallen plaster. I tore through the dust as if the house owed me what it had hidden.

    Then the house gave a lurch.

    It was not a sound at first, but a movement, a deep shudder traveling up through the floorboards and into my bones. The chandelier trembled. The walls groaned. Somewhere above me, a beam cracked like a rifle shot.

    I froze.

    For one foolish second, I clutched the vase tighter.

    Then years of rot began to cascade down around me.

    Plaster fell in pale sheets. Wood split. A rain of dust poured from the ceiling, thick and choking. The rooms that had seemed so full of treasure became suddenly full of teeth. The beautiful chandelier swung once, twice, then tore free and crashed behind me in a glittering explosion.

    I began to run back through the rooms, oblivious to their ancient beauty in my haste to reach the spot of sunlight that spoke of the doorway and safety.

    The vase fell from my hands and shattered.

    I did not stop.

    The brass candlestick dropped from beneath my arm and rolled away into darkness.

    I did not turn.

    The spoon in my pocket struck against my thigh with each step, a small, hard reminder of what had first persuaded me that stealing from ruin was not theft.

    Beams landed beside me with thundering crashes as I ran, sending up clouds of choking dust. I began to cough uncontrollably, each breath tearing at my throat. My eyes watered. The doorway vanished in a smoky haze.

    For a moment I could not see anything.

    I stumbled into a wall, felt old nails bite into my palm, and cried out. Something sharp tore across the top of my foot. I kept moving. There was no thought left in me but air, light, escape.

    The house groaned again, deeper this time, like some enormous animal folding in upon itself.

    I ran toward where I believed the door had been.

    Or where I prayed it had been.

    Suddenly I burst through its frame and out into the field as the house fell with a great crash behind me.

    The sound rolled through the ground and up into my chest. Dust billowed outward, swallowing the porch, the windows, the red-lettered sign, the rooms, the chandelier, the vase, the mirror, the bottle, all the small treasures that had called to me from the dark.

    I fell to my knees in the grass and coughed until my ribs ached.

    For a long while I could only kneel there, bent over, my hands pressed into the dirt, breathing the open air like a man newly born.

    I had escaped certain demise with few scars, save the bloody scratches from nails on my hands and feet.

    But they would soon heal.

    I told myself that as I stood.

    I told myself that as I brushed the dust from my clothes.

    I told myself that as I looked once more at the heap of timber and plaster and ruin that had almost become my grave.

    Then I felt the weight still in my pocket.

    My fingers went to it before I could stop them.

    The silver spoon was bent now, scratched and blackened, but it was still there.

    I drew it out and held it in my bleeding hand.

    Behind me, the condemned house settled into silence.

    Before me, the field opened wide and clean beneath the sun.

    I should have thrown the spoon into the wreckage.

    I should have left it there with the rot and the dust and the red-lettered warning.

    Instead, I wiped it on my sleeve and slipped it back into my pocket.

    After all, it was only a small thing.

    Originally written June 16, 1987, expanded June 2026

    #1987 #1987Writing #beautifulRuins #cautionaryTale #collapsingHouse #condemnedHouse #consequence #darkParable #decay #desire #flashFiction #GothicFiction #GothicHorror #gothicIllustration #Grace #Greed #hauntedHouse #humanWeakness #moralImagination #moralTale #obsession #Poetry #rewrittenDraft #ruin #shortStory #Sin #spiritualAllegory #Spirituality #survival #symbolicFiction #Temptation #vintageGothic #Wealth #WordPressTagsAvarice #Writing
  15. Sexology, psychology, same conclusion: locus of control is one of the strongest predictors of psychological wellbeing.
    See in the comments 👇🏾
     #Sexology #Desire #Psychology #Brunette #Glasses #Bskypromo #SexEd #SexEducation #Neuroscience

  16. I wonder if the AI companies will ever be sued for deceptively making their products pretend to be human, especially in order to replace humans. Phrases like 'I want' and 'our bodies' (talking about biology or medical conditions), and even the word 'I', are deceptive, coming from an AI.

    #ai #deception #lies #lying #fake #humanity #replacement #subjectivity #psychology #desire #mood #craving #biology #medicine #healthcare