My Ugly
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My Ugly What if being true to ourselves means being ugly–showing our distate for something or someone. Should we hide it? I wonder if Buddhists (in particular the Dalai Lama) feel disgust or dislike. Are they beyond all the pettiness? Do they have a deep acceptance of the way things are so they're not disturbed by it? I imagine that at least they don't feel aversion as much as I do. It felt good to yell at my roommate the other day, so much was my frustration against him. I know I should feel guilty because it's a petty way of reacting, but I don't. I'm only sorry that I wasn't acting the way I want to see myself, not for what I said. It released what I had been holding in for months, and at least he knew how I felt. But I k now I showed my ugly. I know it's not the calm, loving person I want to be. I ask you: must we accept everything? Where does the acceptance end and the realness kick in? Is it more important to be real or to hide impatience? Mayb...