Detachment, also expressed as non-attachment, is a state in which a person overcomes his or her attachment to desire for things, people or concepts of the world and thus attains a heightened perspective (...)
In Buddhist and Hindu religious texts the opposite concept is expressed as upādāna, translated as "attachment". Attachment, that is the unability to practice or embrace detachment, is viewed as the main obstacle towards a serene and fulfilled life. Many other spiritual traditions identify the lack of detachment with the continuous worries and restlessness produced by desire and personal ambitions. (Wikipedia)
Well, I, for one, have to say that this detachment thing is doing my head in.
When is enough detachment too much detachment?
Where do you draw the line between not desiring, not wanting, not clinging, not demanding and simply just not being yourself anymore? (Assuming, of course, that the self even has a part in any of this.)
Monks and nuns aside, what is detachment, in practice, to a young single woman in today's western world? (And a young single woman who wears her heart on her sleeve, at that)
When do you stop being (desirably) detached to becoming (undesirably) a doormat?
How is it that you get to a point where you have created so much space that there is no room for yourself anymore?
In Buddhist and Hindu religious texts the opposite concept is expressed as upādāna, translated as "attachment". Attachment, that is the unability to practice or embrace detachment, is viewed as the main obstacle towards a serene and fulfilled life. Many other spiritual traditions identify the lack of detachment with the continuous worries and restlessness produced by desire and personal ambitions. (Wikipedia)
Well, I, for one, have to say that this detachment thing is doing my head in.
When is enough detachment too much detachment?
Where do you draw the line between not desiring, not wanting, not clinging, not demanding and simply just not being yourself anymore? (Assuming, of course, that the self even has a part in any of this.)
Monks and nuns aside, what is detachment, in practice, to a young single woman in today's western world? (And a young single woman who wears her heart on her sleeve, at that)
When do you stop being (desirably) detached to becoming (undesirably) a doormat?
How is it that you get to a point where you have created so much space that there is no room for yourself anymore?
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