HOW CAN I BE HAPPY WHEN THERE IS SO MUCH WRONG IN THE WORLD?
A wonderful answer by a Buddhist monk:
A man once asked an old Buddhist monk:
“How can I allow myself to feel peace or happiness when the world is full of suffering, injustice, pain, and chaos?”
The monk looked at him quietly and asked:
“If your house was dark, would you refuse to light a candle simply because the whole world is not yet bright?”
The man fell silent.
“The suffering of the world is real,” the monk continued. “But if you destroy your own peace completely, you may lose the clarity and strength needed to help anyone.”
“But isn’t being happy selfish when others are suffering?” the man asked.
The monk smiled gently.
“Caring about suffering does not require you to suffer every moment. Compassion needs a steady heart. When you are consumed by despair, it becomes harder to respond with wisdom.”
Then the monk pointed toward a nearby pond.
“When the water is disturbed, it cannot reflect clearly. But when it becomes still, everything becomes easier to see.”
He looked back at the man.
“The same can happen with the mind. A restless mind may react with fear, anger, or hopelessness. A calmer mind has more space for wisdom, compassion, and meaningful action.”
The man lowered his head.
“But the world still feels so heavy.”
“Yes,” the monk replied. “And that is why your peace matters.”
“Do not try to carry the suffering of the entire world in one heart.
Be kind where you are.
Help where you can.
Speak gently.
Protect what you can.
Reduce suffering in whatever small ways are within your reach.”
“A single candle cannot remove all the darkness in the world,” he said, “but it can still brighten the room around it.”
In Buddhism, happiness is not about ignoring suffering or pretending that everything is fine. It is about developing enough inner stability to remain compassionate without being completely consumed by the pain you witness.
You are allowed to feel joy while caring about the world. You are allowed to rest while others are struggling. And you can protect your peace not to escape responsibility, but to have the strength to meet suffering with greater wisdom and compassion.
The monk smiled one final time:
“Do not extinguish your own light because the world is dark.
Keep it burning.
Then use that light to make the small part of the world around you a little brighter.”
Jeffrey
In my experience with depression I have found walking meditation a little better than sitting when I am having symptoms.
During psychosis sometimes I stop meditating altogether out of worry to make the mind that is already having to much energy to increase. During these I cease meditating and then restart when my symptoms cease.
Jeffrey
This thread actually brought me back to a discussion I started here about six years ago, called Advice on adding ritual to practice. It is interesting to read it now because I can see how much my practice has changed since then.
At the time, I was looking for ways to add ritual and devotion to what had largely been a philosophical and meditation-oriented Buddhist practice. I was considering Nembutsu, huatou, Silent Illumination, and eventually the Eight Great Bodhisattvas and various Dharma protectors. I initially thought I needed to find a place for several Bodhisattvas in my practice.
Looking back, I don't think I was trying to “collect” practices. I simply had the feeling that I wasn't doing enough. I thought that if my practice felt incomplete, perhaps the answer was to add something else; another Bodhisattva, another practice, another form of devotion.
What eventually became clear to me was that I didn't actually need more. I needed to go deeper into what was already there.
And in that process, something rather unexpected happened.
I had originally been looking for ways to incorporate multiple Bodhisattvas into my practice. Instead, I found that I needed one.
For me, that became Guanyin (Avalokiteśvara).
She has gradually become much more than an object of devotion or an image representing compassion. She has become the central orientation of my practice. The important distinction for me is that I don't think of Guanyin as someone who is going to save me. Rather, she represents the direction in which I am trying to train my own mind and conduct: learning to listen, to notice suffering, and to respond with compassion.
My practice has consequently become fairly simple at its core, although it is an amalgamation of influences from Chan, Theravada, Tibetan (Vajrayana), and Pureland. Over time, I have drawn practices and teachings from these different traditions that have spoken to the same direction of practice for me.
Sati — awareness.
I cultivate mindfulness and presence, beginning with the breath and extending into ordinary life. The point isn't simply to become more attentive, but to become less lost in habitual thought and reactivity.
Mettā — kindness.
Awareness without kindness can become rather dry. So I deliberately cultivate loving-kindness toward myself and others, and try to carry that into relationships and ordinary interactions.
Karuṇā — compassionate response.
This is where Guanyin becomes particularly important. Compassion isn't simply feeling sorry for someone. It means allowing what I hear and perceive to actually affect how I respond.
And then there is Guanyin herself as the thread running through all of it.
Her name and imagery remind me to listen. The Huatou question “Who is listening?” gives me one way of turning attention inward, while listening to sound gives me a way of turning that same attention outward. In that sense, listening becomes both meditation and ethical practice. The connection isn't something I invented retrospectively; the practices I follow draw on the Buddhist tradition of Guanyin as the one who hears the cries of the world, including practices centered on hearing itself.
So I suppose my answer to the original question is that Bodhisattvas are extremely important to my practice; but I don't really approach them as a collection of supernatural beings I need to incorporate.
I found that one was enough.
Guanyin gives me an image, a practice, an aspiration, and a constant question: Am I actually listening?
And perhaps that is the biggest difference between where I was six years ago and where I am now. Back then I was asking, “What else should I add to my practice?”
Now I'm much more interested in asking, “How deeply can I actually practice what I've already been given?”
The ritual is still there. The prostrations, recitation, imagery and devotional elements didn't disappear. But they became means of embodying the practice, and became connected to one cohesive theme, rather than being separate things I was collecting.
I wanted to talk about the experience of being while you are laughing. It is difficult to be mindful while you laugh, but after you have had a good, deep laughter, immediately afterwards you can examine the memory of it and get a glimpse… Osho once said that this is what it is like to be a buddha.
So what I experience is a kind of absence of mind, and a space filled with light, and cheerfulness, a living, jolly, tinkling place of the sense of song and bells. Pure joy, sheer dance, overflowing energy. Not at all serious but playful.
It was my mother who occasioned this. We were eating dinner, and she had put on her spoon an amount of powdered Parmesan cheese. Just as she brought this to her mouth to eat, she suddenly drew a deep breath, as if in preparation for a sneeze, with as result that she sniffed up a good amount of the Parmesan cheese! She was hacking and coughing for a good ten minutes, and I had to laugh so hard…
It was afterwards that I started to recall how great it felt. Laughter is a wonderful thing…
Jeroen
@person said:
The ability to not get attached to our thoughts is an important part of the practice though. >I hear lots of people talk about how understanding that this was even possible was a major >turning point in their lives.
This was the case for me a few months ago while sitting in the waiting room at my neurologist's office. My outcome (which I will find out in a week), will quite literally change my life. I realised in the moments of waiting, that I will not possibly know what to expect or how to feel with the outcome. Why not start letting go now?
From time to time, the weight of those who or whom have passed flows over.
My parents and all my aunts and uncles are gone. My older brother and a son, friends..my graduation class will be having it's 60 year reunion with more on the wall of memory than remaining.
But, from anther light, for those still around and those who have fallen, for whatever span of time we each have or had, we all enjoyed the jewel of life. To die, one must first live. So, even as we miss the ones who have gone, we celebrate having shared our lives with theirs. We celebrate sharing and having shared the priceless jewel of life.
A toast - To those we have known, those we now know and those we shall know,
THANK YOU, ALL!
Peace to all
I'm back to realize my faults and change my habits. It's good to be home.
ginab