How do monks actually do?
I'm very selfish and guttara.
The room is a mess, and my grooming is one step closer to the dangerous level.
Housework can also be done to a minimum, and clothes, for example, are piled up on the floor even after washing.
About two degrees a month comes to the mind that this should not be the case,
When I folded my clothes and stored them in a chest of drawers, it looked like they were worn out
Now it's time to get rid of myself stretching out on the floor for a while.
I've been bathing, washing my face, etc. for the time being, but I feel limp every time.
Take care of your body while your body is warm! stretch! But what is longing
Yes, but in reality, I'm rolling around saying “I'm tired” until my stomach hurts.
Even if I talk to my family and close friends, “I'll take another step forward there”
“Wouldn't it feel good to be beautiful?” “Why don't you set a reward for yourself?” etc
... not very helpful.
Mother (a quick person who can do two or more things at once)
From then on, “If I can't get ready or put on makeup in the morning, I'm probably sick
No one will be in trouble even if your room is terrible, and it doesn't matter what it is until you make a big mistake?”
I was told.
(I'm in a state where I'm unmotivated, but my sleep and appetite are fine,
(You can also change your mood, so I think it might be an illness.)
So I'd like to ask,
There is an image of monks getting up early, reciting sutras, and cleaning temples.
Is there anything you don't want to do?
What do you do in such a case?
I want you to teach me a practical method, not a mental one.
Being in such a state at an age when I'm supposed to have physical strength is horrible when I think about the future.
Thank you for your support.
By the way, read past Q&A,
In response to Zubora Girls, they say “Let's live in a setting where we live with wonderful people”
I tried to try it,
I can only think (the actual problem doesn't exist here~)
In response to truant children, “to school!” “Go!” Let's keep on chanting
I tried to try it, but I couldn't keep up the energy to keep singing.
(“Laundry... folding... laundry... rattling... hmm, I've finished my underwear, OK?”
It was like that.) I'm really sorry.
