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Recently I was doing an exercise of the imagination, on what it would feel like to be homeless, like a monk or a street person. I was thinking about what I would miss - my clothes, my couch, my bed, tv, my dvds and books - and what I would have trouble letting go of. The idea was to see how I would cope, how I would feel, and learn how attached I was.
And I ended up thinking that a lot of these were comforts, that I liked being comfortable, and that I was actually quite attached to a lot of stuff. But as I ruminated on this I found myself in the process of letting go of things. It was like a virtual letting go at a time that it wasn’t needed yet, it was like starting to feel without all kinds of things.
This set me to thinking, is it actually possible to enjoy the things in this world without becoming attached to them. Surely part of our journey here on this earth is the basic enjoyment of life and the things in it, from a beautiful sunrise to honey-and-milk served in a lovely cup? Of course all things are temporary, impermanent, and we need to be able to let go of everything including our bodies eventually.
But is it even possible to enjoy things without becoming attached? Perhaps it is better to be able to easily let go than it is to become attached in the first place?