Buddhism

Although I mentioned in previous post I don’t believe in fiction books. Of course. Anyone shouldn’t believe in fiction books. Fiction books are fictional, after all. Even you should question history books, as it can be manipulated. Basically, always be skeptical and question everything. Only after you practice and you find it true, then you believe it. Even with this belief, you must note the conditions that precedes it.

I am a buddhist, and I have always been a buddhist since I was a child. It got down from my parents, although they don’t go to temple often. Maybe once a year, or sometimes don’t at all. They believe in Buddha’s teachings, in karma and in reincarnation.

And Buddha’s teaching has been engraved within me because in school we studied it.

Basically Buddha taught the humanity the way to true happiness. Buddha itself started his journey to solve all painful things in the world, sickness, old age, and death. And he found that for true happiness to be achieved, we practice meditation, until at a level, you can remove all wanting and wishing in heart. The meditation he practiced is where the magic happens. Without wanting and wishing, we are in a state of happiness, or in buddhism, we reach the state of Nibbana or Nirvana. And during his journey to spread his teachings, he also teaches philosophical things to regular daily goers who don’t wish to reach Nirvana about how to live their lives.

If you read teachings of the Buddha, all of them make sense. It doesn’t require you to believe in supernatural beings. All Buddha’s teaching can be practiced and proven. He is definitely a stoic. And somehow I think Buddha is secretly a poet.

This is one of the sutra that when I read this, I feel my eyes are teared up.

Sand castles (yogacara bhumi sutra)

	Some children were playing beside a river. They made
	castles of sand, and each child defended his castle and
	said, "This one is mine." They kept their castles
	separate and would not allow any mistakes about which
	was whose.

	When the castles were all finished, one child
	kicked over someone else's castle and completely
	destroyed it. The owner of the castle flew into a rage,
	pulled the other child's hair, struck him with his fist
	and bawled out, "He has spoiled my castle! Come along
	all of you and help me to punish him as he deserves."
	The others all came to his help. They beat the child
	with a stick and then stamped on him as he lay on the
	ground....

	Then they went on playing in their sand castles, each
	saying, "This is mine; no one else may have it. Keep
	away! Don't touch my castle!"

	But evening came, it was getting dark and they all
	thought they ought to be going home. No one now cared
	what became of his castle. One child stamped on his,
	another pushed his over with both hands. Then they
	turned away and went back, each to his home.