Little things can interrupt our quest for bliss, for contentment. Even if we had the patience and compassion of Mother Theresa, things can still get on our nerves, sometimes.
“Would you mind helping me with this?”
“Sure,” I reply.
“Would you mind helping me with this?”
“Sure,” I reply.
“Would you mind helping me with this?”
“Ok,” I reply.
“Would you mind helping me with this?”
I don’t reply. But I help.
“Would you mind helping me with this?”
“F*ck off already. Can’t you f*cking do things yourself?”
Little things build up. Meditate.
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I picked Zen as I found it to be one of the least dogmatic Buddhist styles. Some of the happiest days of my life were spent praticing it.
Donn, fragments 
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