Every time one notes an object well it gives rise to delight. As a result of this, practice becomes enjoyable
Yesterday was a good day, yesterday I avoided violence and saved lives. I am pleased that this happened, but not proud that would be unbecoming of me. Helping another is one of the strongest tenants of my Buddhist life. I met a young girl of 17, Nataly and I helped her go from the uncertainty of LIberty to the freedom of the Omicron-Theta. I gave her enough credits to survive on the Freeport and shelter at my temple. This has brought me good Karma, this has helped me through the brief depression that I have felt since hearing of Daniels. Perhaps in time Nataly shall become a Buddhist and teacher like I am now.
Before that day, I did do violence. I held a gun in my hands and I threatened harm to a man's genitals. I did it to save another, I chose the best of two options, walking away or helping. I even brought out the small martial arts that I do indeed know and practice for meditation purposes and self-defense just in case. Violence is always a option with me, I am no fool. He was not hit that hard I only aimed to disable him. The woman I was with was, Franzsiska a legionnaire. She left behind a mysterious blank piece of paper, I'm unsure if it had something on it and I need someone with more scientific knowledge to inspect it. The last I saw her she was getting arrested by LSF, who then gave chase to me.
I was shot at by LSF for helping her, managing to hide within the Nebula in Kansas. I admit my heart is beating at thinking of that event, my former smuggler days came back to me briefly before I pushed them out of my mind. It has been a few exciting days for me, brief violence, good karma but also my heart is still there for others. I can only hope that Nataly does not befall the same fate as many of my friends seem to do now.
Back to trading now, the long hours give me thought.