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insight in the midst of noise

This has been a very, very busy couple of weeks for me. Here’s a quick rundown:

-The girlfriend and I finally took the plunge and got a place together. We’re all moved in, and now begins the long and difficult process of unpacking. Soon there will be a little shindig to break the place in, and surely I’ll have pictures of that here.

-I haven’t been making time for my practice. I need to correct that. I’ve been lax in keeping up with the Zendo as well.

-Finals are fast approaching. *gulp*

-Holy crap it’s a crowded fourth quarter. Wu-Tang, Ghostface, Saigon (?), and a lot more than I can name off the dome.

-I’m graduating in 6 months. In less than a year, I might be in front of a classroom full of teenagers who expect me to teach them something about literature. Holy crap.

And yet despite all the worries about the future and stresses in the present, I saw something that Jordan said in the Treeleaf Forum that sliced through all the muck and hit me hard:

There is no right or wrong, correct view, or incorrect view. There is only this Buddha sitting in front of you on the bus or beside you at work.

Wonderfully phrased, yes?

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About Justin Jacoby Smith

I’m Justin Jacoby Smith. Some people call me “hoosteen.” I live just outside Washington, DC. I like punk rock & country songs. I’m a data monkey. I Occupy DC, because a better world is possible. I’m a cohost & contributor for Voices of the 99%. I’ve served on the editorial board of the DC Mic Check. I briefly developed digital strategy for The Parley. I write poems. Sometimes I get published. Dig it.

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