Pokemon Go (A Life Perspective from a Bear's Perspective)
Yes. The craze is here. Everyone is out in the streets, in the parks, in the malls looking for the cute pokemons.
The eccentric bear in me was thinking about how the augumented reality Pokemon Go game relates to our reality.
Disclaimer: the following perspectives is from a non-player's limited understanding of the game.
Pokemons
The cute creatures are like the positive values e.g. empathy and
compassion in our lives. We need to go around to find opportunities such
as doing volunteering work to 'catch them all' The values (pokemons)
may arise (appear) anywhere, anytime; we need to be aware to 'catch them
within'
Pokemon Gyms
The gyms are like our daily
interactions with everyone especially in difficult situations and people
(strong pokemon gym leaders) in which we can have an opportunity to
train ourselves and 'grown the values (pokemons) within'
Pokemon Stops
The stops are like opportunities in which we can learn skills e.g.
meditation, mindfulness techniques (pokeballs) to help us in 'catching
more values (pokemons)' in our daily lives. We need to have
self-awareness to 'catch and grow the positive values within'
The pokemon eggs are like concepts e.g. compassion and empathetic
joy, values that we can learn theoretically and grow within (the
hatching and growing of pokemons).
Pokemon Go Incense
The
incense is like generating positivity within. I believe adopting
positivity (utilizing incense items) will attracts positivity
(pokemons). When we are positive (utilizing incense items), we are more
likely to be aware and notice the positivity (pokemons) around us.
Of course there is the risk of injuries in the craze of catching
pokemons. Likewise in the cultivation of values (training of pokemons),
we need to take care of ourselves. In the 'craze' to cultivate (train),
we may just do the opposite and hurt ourselves and others in the
process.
While everyone is catching pokemons outside
I think I will get myself busy in finding my opportunities. Have a safe and good time everyone. Be well and happy.
With Loving-Kindness
Simple Bear 07.08.2016.
Sunday, August 7, 2016
Wednesday, July 20, 2016
Interpretation of a dream.
Interpretation of a dream.
Woke up in the middle of the night with my heart racing.
It was a vivid dream.
In the dream, there was a man filled with egoistic rage, wishing to destroy the worlds and there was another man, filled with pain, wishing to save the worlds.
The dream ended when the man, filled with pain invokes a 'curse' by sacrificing his life, condemning the man, filled with anger, to be trapped in a mirror.
In the dream, I can feel what the anger and also the pain. I was both. It was as if I took turns acting as one in the moment and another in the next.
As I woke up and sat in my bed, feeling the anger in one moment, and the pain in another, I remembered I had a similar dream once, a couple of months ago. In the earlier dream, the two men were there but the ending is different. The man, filled with rage was torturing the man, filled with pain. Both seems so real.
Instinctively, my breaths slowed down as I sat at the edge of my bed. The anger and the pain ebbed away. I could feel myself slowly coming back to this sensory world; I could feel the touch of my body with the fabric of the bed, the smell of rain, the sound of the rain drops outside the windows.
The question arises. Was it just a meaningless dream? Or does it have a more metaphorical meaning behind it?
What is the possibility of two dreams with the same characters with different endings occurring in a time period?
It was the manifestation of my thoughts, my emotions. I was both.
In the earlier dream, the man filled with anger was my own frustrations with my own expectations and disappointments, which manifested itself as the man, filled with pain. I was 'torturing myself' with my own unfulfilled expectations. Subconsciously, I was struggling within but denying it externally. The anger (frustrations) was the pain (disappointments with expectations).
The dream last night was symbolic of the fruit of my struggles. Giving up my expectations, the disappointments and the frustrations which accompanied it, diminishes within. It was only a momentary victory, I have not gone beyond them yet; the mirror is symbolic of introspection. It is a reminder that peace within requires constant awareness and introspection, like the first light of dawn, which breaks the darkness of the night.
"The future is unknown, have faith in peace as your company; even when the end is near, there is no fear."
Simple Bear 21.07.2016.
I fell asleep again, with peace as my blanket covering me. And I woke up to a new self again, with the morning light illuminating my room. Grateful.
May all be well and happy.
With Loving-Kindness
Simple Bear
Woke up in the middle of the night with my heart racing.
It was a vivid dream.
In the dream, there was a man filled with egoistic rage, wishing to destroy the worlds and there was another man, filled with pain, wishing to save the worlds.
The dream ended when the man, filled with pain invokes a 'curse' by sacrificing his life, condemning the man, filled with anger, to be trapped in a mirror.
In the dream, I can feel what the anger and also the pain. I was both. It was as if I took turns acting as one in the moment and another in the next.
As I woke up and sat in my bed, feeling the anger in one moment, and the pain in another, I remembered I had a similar dream once, a couple of months ago. In the earlier dream, the two men were there but the ending is different. The man, filled with rage was torturing the man, filled with pain. Both seems so real.
Instinctively, my breaths slowed down as I sat at the edge of my bed. The anger and the pain ebbed away. I could feel myself slowly coming back to this sensory world; I could feel the touch of my body with the fabric of the bed, the smell of rain, the sound of the rain drops outside the windows.
The question arises. Was it just a meaningless dream? Or does it have a more metaphorical meaning behind it?
What is the possibility of two dreams with the same characters with different endings occurring in a time period?
It was the manifestation of my thoughts, my emotions. I was both.
In the earlier dream, the man filled with anger was my own frustrations with my own expectations and disappointments, which manifested itself as the man, filled with pain. I was 'torturing myself' with my own unfulfilled expectations. Subconsciously, I was struggling within but denying it externally. The anger (frustrations) was the pain (disappointments with expectations).
The dream last night was symbolic of the fruit of my struggles. Giving up my expectations, the disappointments and the frustrations which accompanied it, diminishes within. It was only a momentary victory, I have not gone beyond them yet; the mirror is symbolic of introspection. It is a reminder that peace within requires constant awareness and introspection, like the first light of dawn, which breaks the darkness of the night.
"The future is unknown, have faith in peace as your company; even when the end is near, there is no fear."
Simple Bear 21.07.2016.
I fell asleep again, with peace as my blanket covering me. And I woke up to a new self again, with the morning light illuminating my room. Grateful.
May all be well and happy.
With Loving-Kindness
Simple Bear
Volunteering
Volunteering
"Volunteering is the sharing of happiness."
Simple Bear 20.07.2016.
The sharing is mutual. When volunteers spend their time and effort to share their happiness with others, they also receive happiness shared by those they shared their happiness with in the process.
And that is something to be grateful for; for happiness to arise in oneself and others, conditions must be optimal.
May all be well and happy.
With loving-kindness
Simple Bear 20.07.2016.
P. S. Inspired by a conversation with a friend on perspectives of volunteering during a volunteering session. Grateful for the inspiration.
"Volunteering is the sharing of happiness."
Simple Bear 20.07.2016.
The sharing is mutual. When volunteers spend their time and effort to share their happiness with others, they also receive happiness shared by those they shared their happiness with in the process.
And that is something to be grateful for; for happiness to arise in oneself and others, conditions must be optimal.
May all be well and happy.
With loving-kindness
Simple Bear 20.07.2016.
P. S. Inspired by a conversation with a friend on perspectives of volunteering during a volunteering session. Grateful for the inspiration.
Saturday, June 25, 2016
Goodbye me
Goodbye me
Spent my afternoon accompanying the elderly at two elderly homes.
One of them spoke to me about his life story, his time as an apprentice in the 1970s, his time in the shipyard; From his smile, I knew he had enjoyed his youth. He spoke to me about his beliefs, his philosophies in life. He told me how the rise of capitalism, and focus on the individual had eroded the very value-fabric of society that he once enjoyed his youth in. And as he speaks, tears filled his eyes.
I could feel his concern for his fellow men.
He told me that he has dementia and is slowly forgetting the things that matters to him. He smiled but
I can sense his fear; his fear of forgetting all which makes him, him.
Goodbye Me
Goodbye I say, gently to me
My memories of me
My youth, my love, my life
There is no need for any more words
Cause I won't remember anyway
Say if you must
Before the next moment come
Cause I can't promise
Beyond now.
Don't be sad I am leaving
Piece by piece
Till I can't be heard any longer
At the end, what is left
Is only a picture of the former
The wind still the whispers fall
Say goodbye, goodbye me
Thanks for inspiring this reflection Uncle. Hope you live your life as happy as you can till the time comes.
May all be well and happy.
Simple Bear 25.06.2016.
Spent my afternoon accompanying the elderly at two elderly homes.
One of them spoke to me about his life story, his time as an apprentice in the 1970s, his time in the shipyard; From his smile, I knew he had enjoyed his youth. He spoke to me about his beliefs, his philosophies in life. He told me how the rise of capitalism, and focus on the individual had eroded the very value-fabric of society that he once enjoyed his youth in. And as he speaks, tears filled his eyes.
I could feel his concern for his fellow men.
He told me that he has dementia and is slowly forgetting the things that matters to him. He smiled but
I can sense his fear; his fear of forgetting all which makes him, him.
Goodbye Me
Goodbye I say, gently to me
My memories of me
My youth, my love, my life
There is no need for any more words
Cause I won't remember anyway
Say if you must
Before the next moment come
Cause I can't promise
Beyond now.
Don't be sad I am leaving
Piece by piece
Till I can't be heard any longer
At the end, what is left
Is only a picture of the former
The wind still the whispers fall
Say goodbye, goodbye me
Thanks for inspiring this reflection Uncle. Hope you live your life as happy as you can till the time comes.
May all be well and happy.
Simple Bear 25.06.2016.
Tuesday, June 14, 2016
Am I a Teddy Bear?
Am I a Teddy Bear?
Got a seat on the train beside a young mother with a toddler in a pram.
I was doing my readings on my phone when I noticed the child looking at me with her big round eyes. I smiled back.
Got a seat on the train beside a young mother with a toddler in a pram.
I was doing my readings on my phone when I noticed the child looking at me with her big round eyes. I smiled back.
A minute or so later.
I felt a pair of tiny hands on my big fat right thigh.
I looked at the cute toddler and she was trying to grab onto my thigh, like grabbing the leg of a teddy bear.
Her mother was embarrassed, trying to stop her.
I am not a teddy bear. I am not a toy.
I decided it was inappropriate to stare at the toddler with fury in my eyes. She will get tired of trying.
After some time, she stopped. I guess she finally understand that my thighs are too fat to be grabbed.
And this is not the first time this happened. I guess next time when people asked whether I am good with babies, I can tell them I think I am. They may think I am a teddy bear.
I felt a pair of tiny hands on my big fat right thigh.
I looked at the cute toddler and she was trying to grab onto my thigh, like grabbing the leg of a teddy bear.
Her mother was embarrassed, trying to stop her.
I am not a teddy bear. I am not a toy.
I decided it was inappropriate to stare at the toddler with fury in my eyes. She will get tired of trying.
After some time, she stopped. I guess she finally understand that my thighs are too fat to be grabbed.
And this is not the first time this happened. I guess next time when people asked whether I am good with babies, I can tell them I think I am. They may think I am a teddy bear.
Right and Wrong.
Right and Wrong.
Been reading a lot of articles about the various hate crime and messages around the world, reminded me of a conversation that I had a while ago with an acquaintance, A. He asked me what is the definition of right and wrong in the sphere of perspective relativity.
A: "Everyone has their own definition of what constitutes right and wrong, in the sphere of religions, philosophies and cultures. What is exactly right and wrong? Is there an absolute?"
Simple Bear: "The way we view the world is relative. I can't speak for others; I can only speak for myself. If I said there is an absolute, not all will agree; if I said there is not, not all will agree. What is the utility in clinging on to the word 'absolute'? What do we want out of the desire for an absolute definition of right and wrong? Everyone may have their own reasons to desire so. Perhaps, that in itself, is absolute"
A: (*irritated) "So, what is your definition of right and wrong?"
Simple Bear: "Not harming oneself and others is right; harming oneself and others is wrong."
A: "That's all?
Simple Bear: "That is my absolute."
A:
-_-!
Not all will agree but at least I do.
May those who had suffered from hate find love and peace.
May all be well and happy.
Simple Bear 14.06.2016.
Been reading a lot of articles about the various hate crime and messages around the world, reminded me of a conversation that I had a while ago with an acquaintance, A. He asked me what is the definition of right and wrong in the sphere of perspective relativity.
A: "Everyone has their own definition of what constitutes right and wrong, in the sphere of religions, philosophies and cultures. What is exactly right and wrong? Is there an absolute?"
Simple Bear: "The way we view the world is relative. I can't speak for others; I can only speak for myself. If I said there is an absolute, not all will agree; if I said there is not, not all will agree. What is the utility in clinging on to the word 'absolute'? What do we want out of the desire for an absolute definition of right and wrong? Everyone may have their own reasons to desire so. Perhaps, that in itself, is absolute"
A: (*irritated) "So, what is your definition of right and wrong?"
Simple Bear: "Not harming oneself and others is right; harming oneself and others is wrong."
A: "That's all?
Simple Bear: "That is my absolute."
A:
-_-!Not all will agree but at least I do.
May those who had suffered from hate find love and peace.
May all be well and happy.
Simple Bear 14.06.2016.
Sunday, June 12, 2016
Death and Choice
Death and Choice
I was having a conversation with a new friend on career choices.
New Friend: "Why do you want to continue your career in the social service sector?"
Simple Bear: "Because it is aligned with my life goal of helping others."
New Friend: "Are you sure about it as your life goal?"
Simple Bear: "Yes. I went through the process of affirming the goal a lot of times."
New Friend: "How can you be sure that this is your life goal?"
Simple Bear: "It is salient in my mind when I contemplate on my own death. When death approaches, what will you hope your life would be? Don't think that death is far, in fact we are all counting down to it every moment."
New Friend:-_-!
I guess he was not used to my way of expression.
:p
P. S. Just in case people are wondering why am I sharing this. I am writing this as a reminder on defining our lives through contemplating on our death. The focus is not on the afterlife but this very life that we have now.
"Life derives its meaning from death; and death, from life."
Simple Bear 12.06.2016.
May all be well and happy.
Simple Bear 12.06.2016.
I was having a conversation with a new friend on career choices.
New Friend: "Why do you want to continue your career in the social service sector?"
Simple Bear: "Because it is aligned with my life goal of helping others."
New Friend: "Are you sure about it as your life goal?"
Simple Bear: "Yes. I went through the process of affirming the goal a lot of times."
New Friend: "How can you be sure that this is your life goal?"
Simple Bear: "It is salient in my mind when I contemplate on my own death. When death approaches, what will you hope your life would be? Don't think that death is far, in fact we are all counting down to it every moment."
New Friend:
-_-!I guess he was not used to my way of expression.
:pP. S. Just in case people are wondering why am I sharing this. I am writing this as a reminder on defining our lives through contemplating on our death. The focus is not on the afterlife but this very life that we have now.
"Life derives its meaning from death; and death, from life."
Simple Bear 12.06.2016.
May all be well and happy.
Simple Bear 12.06.2016.
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