This and that are all in your head

Having a lot of money won't fulfill you,
winning awards won't fulfill you,

being loved by someone won't fulfill you,
and achieving your dreams won't fulfill you

either.

How can one be fulfilled?

That question itself is flawed.

We spend our lives seeking answers
to the wrong questions.

However,
that is a pitfall.


Because the thing that is supposed to be fulfilled doesn't exist in the first place.
It cannot be fulfilled.
There is no vessel for it.

There is no vessel to fill, nor one that needs to be filled.
Therefore, it is only natural that you remain unfulfilled forever.

Trust, love, peace of mind, money—it's not that these things don't fulfill you...
it's that

no matter what you have,
no matter how wonderful it is,
there is nowhere anything that can 'fill' or 'satisfy' you.

Because there is nothing that needs to be that way.

It's not that it cannot be filled,

but rather,
there is simply that feeling of wanting to be filled.

Even that feeling is fleeting.
Both 'I want to be filled'
and 'I am filled'
are things you won't know the state of in ten minutes.

Once you think you are filled, it disappears.

If you desire, you are not filled,
and if you are satisfied, you no longer need it.

That is all.

Regarding people who keep doing good things for others,
I used to think they were 'people who want to fulfill themselves.'

But then I realized, perhaps they are people who know that there is no vessel to be filled.

People who silently do things in a matter-of-fact way

I thought, perhaps they have no reason for doing so?

I think they can do it because they know there is no need to fill anything,
nor any need to fulfill themselves.


Whatever they do, it ceases to be something special.
Good things and bad things,

they stop 'doing' things to 'fill' themselves with something good or bad.

If so, then

it is not for anyone else,
let alone for themselves,

they just do what they thought they would do.
There is no good or bad.


How long,
or how far,

it all becomes irrelevant.

Whether it's hard, or whether there is gratitude,

those things become unimportant.
Because there is no longer any reason to do them.


Accepting or rejecting has no meaning. Either is fine.

Even if either is fine, I still worry about being disliked or scolded,
but I cannot resist my own temperament. Those are just my emotions arising naturally.

But even that feels like it's all in my head.
After all, I don't know anything anyway.

This,
and that,are all in my head.

No matter what I do,
the fact that I am alive remains the same.

Good morning. I had breakfast at Gusto. I'm off to work now.