I am stretching. It only hurts a little.
Might I suggest that many of the the problems we perceive are merely a result of us getting in our own way?
Could it be that those frustrations and turmoils are nothing more than calling a cat a dog and then being upset when the dog mews at night instead of barks? I don’t know. I really don’t.
But it seems to me that I can quite easily identify much of my own discontent (when I step back and take a less focused view) as having grown from a preconceived notion about what should, I’d rather or could be, as opposed to what is. “Is” being, you know, tzu-jan (“so of itself”). That te, the virtue, the nature of it.
Instead, it seems to me, I create an image or expectation that is not the nature of the event or object — and the underlying disappointment when the reality does not meet the expectation — that seems to be the source of all discontent.
So, tomorrow, we shall wake up and let the sun be sun; whether it is behind clouds or shining bright.
Tomorrow, we shall not expect those driving on our freeways to drive the way we would drive if we could drive for them.
Tomorrow, we will let the events of the day, sad and happy, angry and joyous; we will let those events be as they are, without expectation that they should be anything but what they are.
Tomorrow we will open our eyes, put on a foreign pair of shoes that don’t fit well and are slightly tight in the wrong places and we will look from where they stand — understanding that to someone else, those shoes are broken-in just right.
Tomorrow we will not pretend perfection, a perfection that was an illusion all along, and we will see that our flaws are our real perfection.
Tomorrow, I will look upon the rain-soaked land and thank the Heavens for the gift that I received, emerald green and perfumed with growing plants.
Tomorrow… tomorrow… tomorrow…
What will you do tomorrow?