Read Siddhartha journey is also a journey of commitment, engagement in reading, in thought, in personal experience paired with character experience. Hermann Hesse touched desire hidden deep inside every human being: the desire to look calm and happy, so that each person recognize himself, realized the precarious between truth and absurdity, absolutely and relatively course, between the illusion of peace and peaceful experience, faith and trust unconditionally to bargain. The road shores yearning to find enlightenment in the joy and pleasure of Siddhartha is also a silly road full of this white paper is to write to the ego it May Day relentless commitment, desire to uncover the quality of life and make yourself seen.
Siddhartha, the son of a model Brahmin, she have been living in the sacred cradle of the long line of scholars and luminous form, grew up between the holy ritual cleansing and divine sacrifice, mature with a stained impartial body and mind a hustler just known the thoughts of the world. One day, strange, Siddhartha realized he was no longer serene. Or rather, Siddhartha learned serenity ever just a shell, is false, is calm with serenity (not necessarily true) of others. “Water used for sacred ceremonies despite significant bleaching, but still just water.” So how to understand the nature of water, how to feel refreshed as washes off all sins when water touches the flesh, of course, impossible in teaching and preaching. Siddhartha need more than that, he should abandon eye admiration and expectation of the Brahmins, the pride of his parents from leaving the bag contained only wise wisdom of others to live for themselves, to working yourself into a mindless commitment though, albeit with uncertain direction, although stormy sky and footsteps crashed into the sand where frost covered the entrance and also not seen unlikely to have the entrance, but he was that he, experience and experience, are vanity and twiddle with anxious thoughts billowing from the river, flashing from the stars in the desert night, manifest under the sun’s rays.
And once so passionate billowing in Siddhartha was boiling, darts fired into the forest where the other party, he now decided to engage only piece of forest to find the destination. He left his father go to the same ascetic itinerary falls away, then stepped into the rotation of the harsh life of love and desire and passion, of greed and lust. Despite the chaos, knowing the ones dying and not necessarily the ones that will be, or if there is, also not sure can keep long; but the ones that he was about to lose trust and appreciate each quarter, even the ones that are, perhaps will only be the fruits of conquest, like a kind of victory, and the endearing unknown until after or not; but because the youth are the days of ignorance stupid, Siddhartha still crave live out each present moment with his youth, a commitment by the naive.
The mindless of Siddhartha is not bewildered or foolish. That is the commitment of an innocent desire bearers seeking ego. Siddhartha is not subject to the page; ink of others on his writing. He had to write it all, and so, refusing to castigate had the appearance of the words printed on his life. As a rule of life, at some point people are going to start writing to your partner site with all the commitment and experience. Must be experienced, is the truth, Siddhartha thought. Something is about to lose Europe as well as it must go, it can not stay in it, and because he did not really hold it, because maybe it is not important enough to you, not noble enough to make him one minute weakness, threw insufficient to protect the ego desires and personal bravery. Siddhartha stood moonlight ask for his father was away, he’d decided, the ultimate determination of youth and charm, while a peaceful area, it may be receding, awhile back can also just sand.
But youth is not enough peace. Sometimes the sandstorm while returning more valuable than the starting point for peace. People only see peace once went through a lot of turmoil. Through life, people thrown together the book teaches peace, one visible to young people (and children) the truth sky, people deprived youth in a non-turbulent lifestyle and challenges, people with their experience to enlightenment peace, then go the stormy goods of others in the spirit and sacrifice, honored by the generosity of the Supreme Lord, by relentlessly in mantras sunny as their security yen. With Siddhartha, peace as the light, and no darkness light peace is just unreal things. Must feel the darkness, then see precious peace, must fall into the dark to find the light, right up to roll in the bathroom in the morning, always toward the light to overcome darkness with all the passion, and therefore, must always skeptical light, by light and then dark, the light is not necessarily light which is not necessarily at night.
So also, Siddhartha was so cynical reality, judgment and concerns all dogmatic teachings, every cartridge size molds. Siddhartha saw beautiful things not so nice compliment others, but even the experience of beauty is that, even in the eyes of other weird things that are ugly. Theory and books celebrate the beauty potential reincarnated in a rough stone, but when you really experience, Siddhartha no longer find it beautiful because it can become this and that, but it’s beautiful for its own sake because it is a rock with its pore ridge, but nothing more. This seemingly simple things are all a journey. It is the concept of beauty in all sublime thoughts about them, by all imagine great match, and then the beauty actually fit in the every edge or surface, core or outer shell the essence of things. Each stone has its own beauty, are imploring “Om” in its own way, each member will be the Great Falls … stone is stone, it is also an animal, it is also divine, it is also the Buddha. All records and preaching are just words, but words are diversified, discourse is what can change in every moment. The words are not good for the magical sense, everyone is saying are all a bit different, a little bit misleading, silly little. Extreme skepticism and disbelief to each word, and each word is uttered once fabricated, so it is necessary to bring all of the material learned silence in which only minds is where understanding and feel to know everything, where informal senses sharp and can realize the nakedness of the human mind.
Experiencing all the sad and funny, gamble, money, gain and loss, the anguish, the joy delight playing with the material and human heart’s cheapness, Siddhartha went to the ends of the shadows: the dead. Here, the light was opened, the river gave him see he needs in this life. The garden of his own entertainment excitement behind where the river runs through, but he could not see. The river runs through it all, the river passes through May young and foolish, go through emotional and rational, good and evil, good and bad, travel through space and time, death and life, the planet and universe, disintegration and consolidation, virtualization and broken dreams, happiness and suffering. Days ago, he learned language as spelled Om. He is fluent in every corner of this word in pronunciation, in the contemplative techniques and absorbing, reflecting, in the wisdom of the idea revolves around the sacred language. He knows how to speak without pronounced inhalation as well as exhalation time, focus its mind … I understand that the soul, the intrinsic nature, can not be destroyed, it is one with the universe. On page 2 of the book, opening files, Siddhartha had knowledge of such things, the things that the young people like you to understand the extraordinary, the only thing in the wisdom of the expert level into pocket his wisdom sparkling essence. But knowledge is like that, and then after a journey, when the river, he switched to new insights from sensor, which is the body and mind when you feel something, every expression are becoming maize nghê cliché, every spokesperson were foolish excess. The strength of the experience is there, when the direction of truth and charity is not an arrow shot close and go straight to the destination. That’s arrows fly in a roundabout and pass thousands of barriers, experience the wounds on his body by both the weak, fragile, helpless. “Themselves to experience everything need to know is a good thing. We have learned from childhood that worldly pleasures and possessions is not goodness. Knew a long time ago, but have just experienced here. Now we know, not only through the memories, but firsthand, take heart and with all your stomach. “
Still, though nowhere skeptical, though with far detours and obstacles, though Arrow was divided split seven years with thousands of scratches and scrapes, as long as we do not change direction, all processes are becoming valuable . As long that we always go towards the light, the darkness will also be a part of us, the eternal becomes truth in us. Though there will be time, self-doubt arrow key direction of its flight, the destination or the next time then, it doubts its main destination, and countless times self-doubt myself, then in the spirit of longing non-stop journey of continuous experience and enlightenment, enlightenment and experience, we would like Siddhartha, and all else will be like a river, flowing in line consolidated basis, through all but the river is still, love all the things of the present life, love everything from the current forms of knowing they can change in a heartbeat condition variable tomorrow. The river will continue our conversation so on their own. And somewhere along the Siddhartha met her children and continue living in the true way, he met old himself, seeing images of longing search never stops flowing, so reminded him that, do not bring my experience to tell the child that wishes it to understand, because they are sacred to me, but to others they are just nonsense. “The truth always has its opposite and the opposite is also true, too.”. There is no common truth for us. Each person has a true, and journey to find the truth for yourself each is also the journey to find enlightenment, to find happiness and peace, to seek the experience that their feelings will follow me , makes the people throughout the rest of his life by myself.