20241021 - 15:23
Liberation from suffering. That IS the point. It’s been too long since I uttered its prophecy. Too long since I believed. Too long since I felt it. Why do we practice? To sleep? To become kinder, more compassionate and patient versions of ourselves? To fill life to the brim with all it has to offer? To become more in touch with our mind and emotions? Certainly all of these and more. But they are not the point. They are not the point. I practice for the liberation of suffering: for the benefit of all sentient beings. I am beyond ashamed that I had forgotten the words. That I had forgotten what they meant. I am alive… For this purpose. Liberation of suffering. Benefit all sentient beings. What else is the path? What else does the Dhamma teach? I practice diligently. Sure enough, my app says. 25 days in a row! Over an hour per day! But what is it that I practice? What is my purpose? What am I letting go to waste, here? All the teachings I’ve been blessed with. This journey that I have been given, so that I may nurture it inside of me, ultimately to pass on. This is why I am alive. This is why I am alive. This. Is. Why. I. Am. Alive. So why do I hesitate? I walk through life as if I had something to lose! As if it could be defined by things I HAVE. As if I could lose them! As if surrendering to dhamma wholeheartedly could really bring MORE suffering into my life! What do I have to lose? Give me starvation, give me homelessness, bring me all my worst fears. I say, bring it all and tell me when I’ve lost it all; is that not freedom?