Let it rain
The other day, I got an email from a friend. After telling me the problems that some people close to us are having, she wrote, "Life is bumpy, isn't it?"
I replied that there is no reason that life shouldn't be bumpy. Our suffering is not caused by the fact that life is hard, but by our belief that it should be easy. When we accept life as it is, without comparing it to how we think it ought to be, then there's no source of suffering.
I know a man who spent more than ten years in prison. He told me that he was still more free than most of the people he knew outside of prison, because he had decided that he was going to live his life as it was, where it was, while most of his friends on the outside created a prison for themselves by constantly wanting life to be something other than what it is. This man didn't like being in prison - he hated it, of course - but he refused to let being incarcerated keep him from being happy. He had to stop attaching to his preferences, his likes and dislikes, and simply be present - and when he was able to do that, he was able to find joy in whatever the day brought.
This is true of all of us. When I consider any of my own suffering, I realize that other people never caused me to suffer, and neither did the circumstances of my life. I caused me to suffer. I did it by wanting people to be different, rather than accepting them as they were. I did it by wanting circumstances and situations to be different. I did it by wanting life to be easy when it wasn't. And, sometimes, even when life was easier than it might have been, I still suffered because I wanted it to be different - or, as I thought, better. And then I blamed the other person or the circumstances for making me suffer.
I no longer suffer.
Acceptance of hardship doesn't mean not doing anything about it when there is something to be done. Even though my friend accepted that he was in prison, that doesn't mean that he didn't accept parole when it became available to him. Accepting life as it is doesn't mean taking a nihilistic view, a despairing belief that nothing matters; rather, when we pay close attention to what is, we find that everything matters.
Most of the things we're afraid of happen only in our minds. Most of the people whose lives we envy are no happier than we are - because, no matter how seemingly fortunate the circumstances of a person's life, that person can still suffer by indulging in preference and comparison. In the same way, no matter how seemingly unfortunate the circumstances of a person's life (I'm sure no one envies my friend's ten years in the joint), that person can still find happiness by meeting life on its own terms.
When it rains, let it rain. Yes, life is hard. It could be easier, but it's not, so why compare it? What's certain is that, even though life could always be different, it could never be better. Each moment is as good as it gets. Whatever we have is all we have, and, when we see it clearly, it turns out to be all we need.
I replied that there is no reason that life shouldn't be bumpy. Our suffering is not caused by the fact that life is hard, but by our belief that it should be easy. When we accept life as it is, without comparing it to how we think it ought to be, then there's no source of suffering.
I know a man who spent more than ten years in prison. He told me that he was still more free than most of the people he knew outside of prison, because he had decided that he was going to live his life as it was, where it was, while most of his friends on the outside created a prison for themselves by constantly wanting life to be something other than what it is. This man didn't like being in prison - he hated it, of course - but he refused to let being incarcerated keep him from being happy. He had to stop attaching to his preferences, his likes and dislikes, and simply be present - and when he was able to do that, he was able to find joy in whatever the day brought.
This is true of all of us. When I consider any of my own suffering, I realize that other people never caused me to suffer, and neither did the circumstances of my life. I caused me to suffer. I did it by wanting people to be different, rather than accepting them as they were. I did it by wanting circumstances and situations to be different. I did it by wanting life to be easy when it wasn't. And, sometimes, even when life was easier than it might have been, I still suffered because I wanted it to be different - or, as I thought, better. And then I blamed the other person or the circumstances for making me suffer.
I no longer suffer.
Acceptance of hardship doesn't mean not doing anything about it when there is something to be done. Even though my friend accepted that he was in prison, that doesn't mean that he didn't accept parole when it became available to him. Accepting life as it is doesn't mean taking a nihilistic view, a despairing belief that nothing matters; rather, when we pay close attention to what is, we find that everything matters.
Most of the things we're afraid of happen only in our minds. Most of the people whose lives we envy are no happier than we are - because, no matter how seemingly fortunate the circumstances of a person's life, that person can still suffer by indulging in preference and comparison. In the same way, no matter how seemingly unfortunate the circumstances of a person's life (I'm sure no one envies my friend's ten years in the joint), that person can still find happiness by meeting life on its own terms.
When it rains, let it rain. Yes, life is hard. It could be easier, but it's not, so why compare it? What's certain is that, even though life could always be different, it could never be better. Each moment is as good as it gets. Whatever we have is all we have, and, when we see it clearly, it turns out to be all we need.