You Are Now at Your Youngest
If I would have read this essay ten years ago, in my early twenties, I don't think it would have had the same impact. Now, even still relatively young in my early 30s, the signs of aging are already setting in. Most of my hair is gone, I'm out of shape, I've got a bad knee, ankle, and shoulder, etc. etc. Everyone says "it only gets worse from there!" Perhaps... but what can you do? There is only now.
There is a such a wide age range in our Sangha, so I am interested to ask: How do you feel about your current age, and how has your practice shaped or changed your feelings about aging, if at all?
Hearing the Wind in the Pines
"The voice of the wind in the pines is the most beautiful sound there is." -- but only if you truly listen. Any sound can be a beautiful sound if you truly listen. It is only the vibration of membrane and bones in your ears... your perception makes it beautiful or strident.
Listen to something you normally dislike. Can you hear its beauty?
If I would have read this essay ten years ago, in my early twenties, I don't think it would have had the same impact. Now, even still relatively young in my early 30s, the signs of aging are already setting in. Most of my hair is gone, I'm out of shape, I've got a bad knee, ankle, and shoulder, etc. etc. Everyone says "it only gets worse from there!" Perhaps... but what can you do? There is only now.
There is a such a wide age range in our Sangha, so I am interested to ask: How do you feel about your current age, and how has your practice shaped or changed your feelings about aging, if at all?
Hearing the Wind in the Pines
"The voice of the wind in the pines is the most beautiful sound there is." -- but only if you truly listen. Any sound can be a beautiful sound if you truly listen. It is only the vibration of membrane and bones in your ears... your perception makes it beautiful or strident.
Listen to something you normally dislike. Can you hear its beauty?
Instead, I don't think I look at life as constantly passing me by havetolivewhileI'myoung! I just live. Go to a party when I want to, stay in and read when I want to. Life lives itself, are we awake to it?
. Then I notice the sound of a waterfall and it really got it more zenny. I was in a sort of meditative state, enjoying the sound and suddenly I realized that this was a lake, so there wasn't any waterfalls at all. Then I realized that it was someone flushing the toilette in the upper floor. Now I remember the event and smile, but in that precise moment, when I found out that the sacred suddenly turned really profane I didn't care at all, and keep enjoying the sound of flushing the toilette and the water running through the conduits as it were the most precious waterfall. I even wrote a haiku about it, but alas -or fortunately for you
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