Finding the perfect recipe for short lived happiness

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It’s not the chocolate Witabex bits, nor is it the Gitanes cigarette kick that just happened, it’s detachment that brings about the dizzy sense of happiness.

The little pleasures life can offer are intensified by our ability and readiness to savor the moment, uninterrupted by life. To enjoy a long night of waking up every few hours to gulp down a few chocolate bits, one needs to come from a place of absolute surrender to Fate, an extremely difficult thing to do when one is used to wanting to be in control of one’s life.

Control is a myth. We control nothing. If one realizes that, one becomes high on life. This feeling gets enhanced with chocolate and cigarettes. The sensation of “high” intensifies when one is detached.

Detachment makes you see life from a bird’s eye view. You start seeing people and places with a different sense of enjoyment. Maybe a little bit of flue and coughing can add to the amounts of serotonin that your mind is producing. You actually veer over the verge of craziness when days like this kick in; craziness in the sense you feel like doing and saying crazy things.

I stood outside watching the pigeons fly over Damascus old city center, most of them were white. I never thought it was possible to watch white flocks of pigeons, but it happened. I smoked my cigarette and asked Allah for guidance: What shall I do with this day? And then I realized, there is no such thing as doing. Just float, take a break, be serotonin.

Detachment, stick around buddy!

Note: In this post I make reference to a pack of ciggies. After writing the smoking series posts in this blog, I quit smoking following orders by my Sheikh. He said cigarettes are the making of Satan, a habit that encourages misguided thoughts, behaviors and ultimately pollutes the body and the heart. In the Naqshbandi Path, smoking is prohibited to followers and believers.

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About 50% Syrian

What is identity? I was raised Arab (of varying origins), with a Syrian mother, and Moroccan, Lebanese and Tunisian great grandfathers and grandmothers. I always felt 50% Syrian, and this percentage mattered to me more than anything else. Love of my life, my late Sufi grandmother, is Syrian... all her bedtime stories were about her life in Damascus. Damascus is where the heart dwells.
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2 Responses to Finding the perfect recipe for short lived happiness

  1. Yaak says:

    A poem by Thai monk Buddhadasa Bhikkhu that you may like to read:

    Like clinging? Well, be careful, it will bite!
    By foolishness grabbing hold, craving arises
    And attachment strangles consciousness.
    In a flash we are crazy without warning.

    Cling to anything and that very thing bites:
    Food, fun, or fame, anything whether ugly or sweet,
    Even children, wives, husband, and other loved ones,
    Good or evil, virtue or vice, you ought to know.

    Even the flavor of joy most delicious to the mind
    On the most exquisite level, as soon as it’s clung to
    Suddenly changes into a monster turning on you
    To gobble up that happiness – so don’t be a fool!

  2. 50% Syrian says:

    Attachment does strangle consciousness. Amen to that

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