Done With Being Young And Restless–Right Buddha Right

New Brunswick, Campground
June 29, `77

Hi there journal, another day—another dollar, or something like that.
Well, last night, after sunset, some friendly people came over and
offered me an apple, an orange, and we shared the cheese they brought
with them; the boys from the swimming hole also stopped by. They
brought beer with them. They were a little young to be drinking (early
teens), but boys will be boys. After the beer was gone (I helped in
that department), they wanted me to go with them to get more. Instead,
I told them I had a long ride ahead of me tomorrow. I wished them
well, and turned in for the night. In the morning (even before the
sun), two of the boys returned. They were staggering drunk, but still
very friendly. I noticed that their car door was smashed in, but when
I mentioned it to them they just shrugged it off. After a few moments
of shared comradery, the boys passed out on their respective picnic
tables. I went back to sleep, too.

When I woke up, the boys were gone. “The young and restless,” I was
sure glad I didn’t have to go through that one again (right Buddha,
right?). They were probably encouraged to leave by the mist that was
falling in their faces. When I got on my bicycle to leave, the real
rain hadn’t yet begun, but it looked as if I was in for a wet, dreary day.

For more on how, in old age, I enhanced my connection with Buddhism see:


About bwinwnbwi

About me: Marvin Gaye’s song, "What’s Going On" was playing on the jukebox when I went up to the counter and bought another cup of coffee. When I got back, the painting on the wall next to where I was sitting jumped out at me, the same way it had done many times before. On it was written a diatribe on creativity. It was the quote at the bottom, though, that brought me back to this seat time after time. The quote had to do with infinity; it went something like this: Think of yourself as being in that place where infinity comes together in a point; where the infinite past and the infinite future meet, where you are at right now. The quote was attributed to Hermann Hesse, but I didn’t remember reading it in any of the books that I had read by him, so I went out and bought Hesse’s last novel, Magister Ludi. I haven’t found the quote yet, but I haven't tired of looking for it either.
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One Response to Done With Being Young And Restless–Right Buddha Right

  1. eof737 says:

    Gratefully, they let you be… I wonder what happened with that smashed door; a deer? an angry drunk? a tossed bat or bottle? 😉

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