As the years go by I get closer to calling myself a Buddhist. It is something which I aspire to, and something which I am not entirely confident that I am yet. That is because I do not have such a thing as a daily practise.
But I do use the principles of Buddhism to guide my thinking and my actions. I find the principles both illuminating and supportive. I also think that my training in philosophy has left me feeling that Buddhism is the best fit with a rational mind.
Atheism seems to be a scientific principle without a psychological understanding. It’s too easy. Too simplistic. There must be more than just random acts of atoms. When I look for Jungian synchronicities I find them – I find these links and ‘coincidences’ that lead me to believe that there are forces, unifying characteristics that make no sense without the ghost in the machine.
There needs to be a link between us all, a reincarnation, and a collective unconscious for everything to fit together and be coherent. And the moral principles of Buddhism help us to live a life that has the happiness that makes for a fulfilled life. Without this we enter a nihilistic version of living that makes one wonder what it heads towards.
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