Saturday, October 8, 2011

The Thirty-Minute Pity-Party


Born and raised in Germany, I inherited an early sense of the importance of efficiency.  Growing up I spent many hours, days, weeks and months feeling extremely sorry for myself and the rest of the world. The greed, the injustice, the pain, the loneliness, being misunderstood, the spiritual poverty etc. allowed me to have an ongoing party, without the slightest danger to run out of reasons to celebrate. That lasted until I ran into the concept of karma and the notion to evolve and heal while in human form. I quickly realized that I was wasting precious time. I wasn’t starving, the plague wasn’t going around, I had a roof over my head, no bombs dropping on my head, pretty darn good conditions to get some karma cleared up. Efficient as I am, I decided to limit my pity-parties to 30 min (and trust me, I enjoy every last one of them), before I roll up my sleeves, put my victim hat back in the costume box and apply myself to the root of the issue.