I would like to be honest here, as someone not yet at total peace with this samsaric life, as someone with likes and dislikes…
I don’t like waking up. I don’t like brushing my teeth. I don’t like washing my face. I don’t like to eat breakfast. I don’t like to eat lunch. I don’t like to eat dinner I don’t like going to work. I don’t like small talk. I don’t like big talk. I don’t like to pass motion. I don’t like to bathe. I don’t like to be tired. I don’t like greedy people. I don’t like hateful people. I don’t like deluded people. I don’t like my greed. I don’t like my hatred. I don’t like my delusions. I don’t like to dislike. I don’t like to dislike myself for liking or disliking. I don’t like to dislike others for liking or disliking. I don’t like having been born. I don’t like to grow old. I don’t like to get sick. I don’t like dying. I don’t like to have to be reborn. I don’t like to have to do all of the above again and again. But I bear with it all anyway, because though it is dualistic aversion to Samsara, it drives me somehow to non-dualistic Nirvana… to go beyond all routines, the countless cycles of hassles of living and dying within the countless cycles of life and death.