My sense of entitlement to reality as I want it, not as it is, leads to frustration if I dwell on it too long rather than letting it pass through, knowing that all will change in just a few minutes.
This Bur Oak tree will keep on producing oxygen, taking in our carbon dioxide, and providing acorns and shelter to local squirrels and wildlife. It is a life giver, not a life taker.
The impermanence of clouds can give us perspective about the world and its troubles. I can’t stay focused on the hate, corruption, and cruelty without being consumed by it, wrung out and hopeless.
On our own, some jobs seem overwhelming, some problems seem more than we could handle. But everyone can do something, no matter how small.
There are plenty of things going awry in today’s world, and we should say something. But we can’t only focus on the negative. That’s not how a life is lived or at least lived well.
Making room for others’ differences, opinions, and eccentricities gives me pause. Can I observe the differences between us without feeling like I have to persuade you to my opinion or personal preference? Is it possible for me not to defend what I like or think or feel but simply make room in my observation for yours?