@Someone here
Your life is a piece of cake until Life hits you really hard eventually..
Also because your parents are taking care of your survival and investing heavily on you.

Tell your beliefs to go fuck themselves.
Regardless of their content, they tend to get in the way of open investigation. When it comes to existential - and even experiential (such as the nature of emotions) - matters, they're obstacles.

Explore concept that has been a ponderance of art for many a year: to separate art, from artist.

Preaching is imposing beliefs and ideas are belongs to the ego.
However, pointing out the Truth, completely opposite of preaching. Because, it is non attachment to any beliefs or ideas or experiences as before so called physical birth or deep sleep or after death.

You might be too tense. Fuck it, what do you care? Just have fun! 🍾🎈
Elaboration: it is a matter of skill to fluidly enter a state of not caring and just having fun. Practice entering that state, for your own enjoyment. It’ll be good.

Life is a mirror 
life is beautiful 
life is mysterious 
life is presence 
I feel lucky to be alive 
I remember yesterday how I was almost kidnapped by the Syrian regime 12 years ago and tears came down my eyes thinking about all the Syrian kids who disappeared in the past 14 years. 
I feel lucky to survive Syria. 
I love Syria and I healed my trauma from it. 
Life is beautiful yet mysterious.

What do you mean by annihilate?
In any case, don't harm yourself. That's quite foolish. Annihilate your belief in solipsism instead.

The peace in the madness
That you can't explain
The hope in the heartbreak
The rest in the suffering
Closer than the air you breathe
From the start to the end to the in between

A Direct Experience With Suffering and Healing
 
Several years ago, my house caught fire and both of my arms up to the elbows were severely burned. The doctors told me it was second-degree burns: the hair follicles were completely destroyed, the skin looked melted and flattened, almost as if it had been scorched beyond recovery.The medical advice I received was to constantly massage and move my hands—at least ten times a day—so that scar tissue wouldn’t freeze my fingers in place. When I returned home, I went far beyond what they prescribed. I massaged and moved my hands obsessively, sometimes dozens of times a day, shaping and reshaping them into form. Slowly, the hands began to regenerate. Not only did they heal functionally, but even the details—the hair follicles, the wrinkles, the texture returned almost as if nothing had ever happened. Today, no one who looks at my hands would guess they were once burned so severely.
What struck me most, however, was not the physical recovery but the experience of suffering itself. My husband, sitting beside me, seemed to feel the pain as if it were his own. Yet for me, the pain was strangely absent. I did not suffer the way one might expect. At that time, I didn’t yet recognize myself as God, nor had I fully realized the nature of consciousness. I had left Islam behind and no longer identified with Allah, but I hadn’t yet discovered the truth of what I am. And still, without knowing it, I directly experienced that suffering is not ultimately real. The fire, the burns, the medical prognosis—all of it was real in a relative sense. But the “suffering” was nowhere to be found except in the mind. What I discovered is that the mind fabricates suffering, and when one ceases to buy into it, even the most extreme circumstances can unfold without pain in the way we normally imagine.
 
This experience left me with a radical understanding: suffering is optional. Pain may arise, but the identification with suffering is created entirely in thought. Reality itself does not suffer.

Just sleep with God, and you are Timeless

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