when one creates something, does this created thing belong to its creator? or upon creation does it suddenly belong to the human race? the reason i ask is because a few years ago, i was drawing during class, as i always did, and suddenly didn't like what i was drawing. so i scribbled it out. the person next to me was shocked that i'd do such a thing and chastized me for destroying something that he thought was beautiful. ever since then, i've had a hard time letting go of things that have any creation value whatsoever.
Here's what I've done in the last few days: 1) Told my 40-something year old brother to stop behaving the way he is with our father, 2) "Advised' my husband what to do with the VIFF tickets he wasn't using, 3) Directed colleagues about how to do things better, 4) Pouted and moped because I wasn't doing things well enough.
Tomorrow I'm going to let go, step away and see just how well people manage without me telling them how to do things! I'm reminded of Eliza Doolittle in Pygmalion, "And without much ado, we will all mudle through without you!"
I've been looking for a place to document and discuss this particular goal in my life, and this site seems uniquely suited to do so, as one of the most fascinating parts of Buddhism is its attitude towards change. Becoming a practitioner is somethi
This is not a statement about personal hygiene or timeliness for how often you change your underwear. It's much deeper than that. How often do you completely change the style, type, texture or colour of your underwear? Have you ever been given new