Everywhere I turn, lying and stealing. Work, check. Home, check. Driving down the highway? Probably.
I try not to be one of those whiny ass people who sits around saying, “Why me?”
Instead I try to be like, Why NOT me? Why shouldn’t I get an opportunity to grow, learn, feel, think? Hurt, heal. It occurs to me that it would be impossible to be the best Bodhisattva one could, without experiencing, owning, then letting go of all the fleeting human emotions. How can I assist others over the wall if I am unable to climb it myself?
No one ever said it would be easy. But does it have to be so hard? The more ‘aware’ I become, the more I understand Bliss as more of an existential callousness, even though, I know it is not that. It is necessary to see the pain before you can imagine treating it.
It is just that much more of a great travesty, when the sentient beings you vowed your services to, return the favor by manipulating, lying and stealing. Is it my delivery? No. People are going to do whatever they will. You cannot stop that, pray it away, nor should you be concerned.
The only choice we ever really have is how we allow those actions to affect us personally.
You will not be punished for your anger, you will be punished by your anger. -Buddha
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