Hi again,
Something occurred to me this evening. I was watching a Youtube video on day to day life at Antaiji, in Japan. I find videos such as this relaxing and inspiring. There were a couple of stories of residents that come from various places around the world, searching for something. The meaning of life, or the meaning of their life...some kind of answers. But after awhile of living at the monastery full time they had gotten disillusioned. Life there is self-sustaining and no walk in the park. It's a serious commitment and there's a lot of hard work.
Anyway, it occurred to me that maybe, in walking a Zen path in amongst my everyday life, I'm quite lucky. Every small difference that happens to me is a cause for gratitude. It's relatively easy to appreciate any respite from the noise of life's chaos. And I thought that perhaps if I left everything behind, traveled to Japan and immersed myself in the difficult life of full-time living at a monastery, that appreciation might be tougher to come by. If my search was looking for some kind of answers and I made this enormous commitment and put myself up on a mountain, isolated from everything and found an even more difficult existence, would I get jaded? Would I lose hope that I'd ever find an answer if I didn't have some magical bolt of enlightenment amongst those extreme conditions?
I'm sure there's a serious lesson there. LIfe is life no matter where you are, even isolated in the mountains. And maybe, just maybe, we're really lucky to be able to do it right down here. In between mortgage payments and traffic and arguing children. I don't know. I'm just thinking...
Something occurred to me this evening. I was watching a Youtube video on day to day life at Antaiji, in Japan. I find videos such as this relaxing and inspiring. There were a couple of stories of residents that come from various places around the world, searching for something. The meaning of life, or the meaning of their life...some kind of answers. But after awhile of living at the monastery full time they had gotten disillusioned. Life there is self-sustaining and no walk in the park. It's a serious commitment and there's a lot of hard work.
Anyway, it occurred to me that maybe, in walking a Zen path in amongst my everyday life, I'm quite lucky. Every small difference that happens to me is a cause for gratitude. It's relatively easy to appreciate any respite from the noise of life's chaos. And I thought that perhaps if I left everything behind, traveled to Japan and immersed myself in the difficult life of full-time living at a monastery, that appreciation might be tougher to come by. If my search was looking for some kind of answers and I made this enormous commitment and put myself up on a mountain, isolated from everything and found an even more difficult existence, would I get jaded? Would I lose hope that I'd ever find an answer if I didn't have some magical bolt of enlightenment amongst those extreme conditions?
I'm sure there's a serious lesson there. LIfe is life no matter where you are, even isolated in the mountains. And maybe, just maybe, we're really lucky to be able to do it right down here. In between mortgage payments and traffic and arguing children. I don't know. I'm just thinking...
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