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The suffering of discontent
I notice that there is quite a lot of suffering that arises from discontent, which I think stems from a desire for things to be different, an unwilingness to accept things as they are. This applies at many levels.
Is this something you have experienced, and if so how do you deal with it?
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The way I look at it, is that suffering is like the vibrations I hear from a gong or bell. My desire bashes up against the still metal plate, and I feel the suffering as it vibrates. If I want the suffering to stop, I examine where, in my present moment, I am trying to force the world to be different than it is, and stop doing that. Then, shortly, the gong stops ringing and I can see again... imagine that!
With warmth,
Matt
http://www.amaravati.org/abmnew/documents/the_way_it_is/07twi.html
Yes, it does seem like that - emphasising the importance of cultivating acceptance and contentment.
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I remember Sharon Salzberg writing about watching the Dalai Lama being interviewed on TV. He talked about a tour he'd taken of a Catholic monastery that supported itself by making cheese and fruitcake. They had given him a piece of cheese to sample. But, he explained to the interviewer, he'd really wanted the fruitcake. When he got to this point in his story, he broke out into laughter.
We should all be so amused by ourselves! And, one day, we will.
Breathe in, Breathe out, Breathe in, Breathe out
Breathe in, Breathe out, Breathe in, Breathe out
Breathe in, Breathe out, Breathe in, Breathe out
x 5,000,000,000
A lover of meat will offer you meat.
october1560
"Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again but expecting different results."
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again."
Housman