I profess to be a Buddhist – of sorts: that is I look at the teachings of the Buddha as a guide for living a life of fulfillment in chaotic times. I don’t belong to a Buddhist community, or dress in robes or chant. I do meditate (on occasion) and find it calming and a way to clarify my daily existence.
The Buddha taught compassion, and unlike the Christians, a Buddhist actually tries to live compassionately. Here is my rub. It is difficult not to be judgmental and there are people that I feel resentment toward: I have strong political leanings and prejudice against organized religions; I dislike mean people and stupid people.
I was in the Hannaford Food Market today in our little town of about seven thousand. Usually there are between twenty and seventy people in the market at one time. Not for the first time I noticed hugely obese women riding around in electric shopping carts buying food. These women (and usually there are more women than men) are too big to walk and shop. Their legs are as bigger than my wife’s waist, their asses hanging over both sides of the seat and their bellies hang down between their legs when they stand – and they are riding around in electric carts to buy more food? This begs for a George Carlin comment.
So where does this leave me in Buddhist philosophy? I focus on my daily life and try to remain impassive to those things in the world I can not change; but, I’m not really successful.