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Why does Buddha in us require Awakening?



One day of solitude with less food and more contemplation has made me at ease to accept my vulnerabilities and to be humble about my achievements. When I was sitting silently and observing my emotions I found the fragility of mind and its quest for security. I was also aware of my mind's constant strive to fulfil some voidness inheres in me. That void comes from my understanding that I am imperfect, incomplete, raw, amateur, and that requires efforts to get a perfect state of my being. That perfect state, I observe since my awareness of consciousness, never arrived. I have tried many entertaining things to get a finished circle but a few dots move in a circumference to make the incomplete sphere and my efforts turn to be futile to run after a heavenly perfection contemplated in platonic literature. 


I have found in the morning that fragility is a matter of celebration. Most of the tough minds who aspire for grand maturity turn out to be too vulnerable to be tolerated. Our history is an inventory of such people. I often find many people around who claim the success of his ego live a miserable life. To accept our vulnerability is the biggest strength taught by feminist Martha Nussbaum. This lesson was taught by Buddha in ancient India. Suffering, for him, is the thread in which samsara is chained. Only way to transcend the chain of life is to understand its limitations and vulnerabilities. It doesn't require great scientific efforts to understand our mental life. Only requirement  Buddha taught us is to live a mindful life and do things with awareness.


Our mind and body muscles are trained to be effective and efficient like a machine to produce the objects for consumption. The training has only made us and making us too dull to live an emotionally enriched life with compassion. Our thoughts and actions are too selfish to respect the self and forget about the whole ecosystem. We claim to master the universe but we are ignorant about our own body, mind, and their relations to the world. In championing the cause of science we have arrested its growth towards technological instrumentalities. Our sense of science has made us little humans with pernicious brains to suffer and to create many zones of suffering. In such a competitive time, what else is the urgent need but to awaken Buddha in us. 




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