Life is suffering. I know I need to accept this fact in order to overcome it. But I want more, I want something bigger and brighter than sitting down with my fingers in a mudra and thinking life is suffering, just ‘assept’ it already.
I want to solve the problem of suffering, and this blog’s unwavering aim is to do just that. Because yes, bad things happen. Yes, we suffer. But can we see the beauty in it? And in doing so, do we not overturn and transform the aforementioned slug of suffering into an awe-inspiring praying mantis?
The discontent I carried for many years has now given way to a newfound freedom and happiness. Perhaps only temporarily, perhaps because of medical advances, but I will take what I can get!
Quiet desperation is the enemy. Life is meant to be relished, rejoiced, enjoyed.
The Summer Day
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
What are you planning to do? Are you beating the suffering, killing the blues? Click the link to see me sing about this