When you are awake with no judgement

This picture drew my attention tonight:

And I couldn't help but feel how despite all good intentions this piece is actually judgmental. Focus on self is good when it's about unconditional love of self - without this one cannot love others. Focus on one's ego is a different thing. Attitude... This screams of bullying somebody over their attitude if it is somehow different from the gold standard of humbleness that the judge has set for him/herself. Attitude that hurts others is driven by fear. Cocky attitude: well, to what degree? There are cocky people out there who are also more humble than those who act humble. So I object.

Obsession with looks: yes, if one is focused on trying to please one's ego then one can be obsessed with looks at the expense of all other aspects of life. However, even in that case this is only an outcome of trying to please one's ego, and who am I to judge? And again the question of degree and extent arises: who sets the golden standard? One should be free to choose how much one wants to obsess over anything. In addition, when we care about our health we tend to look better, when we express ourselves freely some of us do it through looks (clothes, make-up, tattoos etc). The line between health / self-expression and materialism / pleasing one's ego is thin, the area is grey. If we are to define where this line lies we are going to judge people. None of us has the right to do it. We only have an obligation to ourselves to be free and happy and to help others achieve the same. As there are billions of us, there are billions of ways to achieve happiness.

As for seeking truth - when one wakes up one comes to understand that everybody has their own truth.

The problem is in our language. It has a lot of terms and definitions, it covers all aspects. Being awake is based on knowing two simple constructs: unconditional love resulting in overcoming fear. Trying to cover all aspects means creating rules for others - and we are not in business of creating a new religion.

So here is my version:

World War II Victory day

It was a Victory Day on 9th of May - the one celebrated in former Soviet Union countries - and it suddenly forced me into memories and Soviet songs and music. I usually do not have feelings of nostalgia for anything at all - neither for things, nor for places, nor even people, however for some reason today's anniversary shook me to the core. After a perfectly blissful day a realisation came that I may owe this bliss to those millions who died before me. This thought was a painful one because the contrast with the bliss was enormous. Some two or three hours of listening to Soviet songs about the war followed... Then I moved onto Vladimir Vystosky. Vysotsky's songs or, to put it more precisely, lyrics are like Bulgakov's "The Master and Margarita" of poetry. A combination of a profound sorrow that I felt when thinking about the war, several glasses of wine, and lots of sad or dramatic old songs had made me particularly inspired. I listened to this wonderful Ballad about Love:

Crowd-sourced morals

Human beings are just one living organism, but thank goodness for all of us being somewhat spatially separated because some of us can make a choice to live in other realities. The best example of how hypocritical and fearful the crowds are has been provided during the past week in the wake of the Boston marathon bombing. It was as if somebody wanted to show it to everybody so that everybody gets a bit soberer.

Here are the statistics of the Boston marathon disaster:
- 3 people killed and 144 injured

During the same week, two days later, a fertiliser plant in Texas exploded due to what seems to be a blatant corporate negligence. Here are the statistics of this disaster:
- at least 14 people killed and more than 200 injured, many people lost their houses