I once wrote that life was a game, that I become sad as soon as I forget this statement.
Of course, I didn’t « invent » this, nor have I really invented anything. I’m merely noticing in the range of my consciousness playground realities which have crossed, (and will cross) others’ before and elsewhere.
I discover things others have discovered before, like a musician practicing scales, exercises, improvisations, suddenly watches his fingers play an unexpected, unplanned for, tune which sounds deeply familiar, though unable to tell where this melody / line of chords change have been heard before…
Life is a game,
life is also a travel, not necessarily a travel in space but also a movement in time,
There is a much more fascinating travel hidden inside the travel : life is a journey of one trying to become someone,
The person with an intention to mold their future, acting purposefully on the present,
to the person not working or trying to become anyone, anything in particular,
This is a travel from frustration to fulfillment,
The expectation we plan for our future — it can be a very near future or a future manifesting in the following hour,
this expectation is the fuel for frustration,
In Buddhist terms, « attachment » is the root of suffering
Nothing new. It is one thing to read about this hundreds of time or to listen to Dharma teachers as they tell about this noble truth,
It is quite another to suddenly realize this as it blossomed (hatched) within your range of consciousness.
©FJ May 2024
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