Sliding. Trying to hold on. So, so tired. And a quote from yoga “we inherit the results of our actions.”
The Vietnamese Monk Thich Nhat Hahn’s version of the Buddha’s teachings of the Five Rememberances:
I am of the nature to grow old. There is no way to escape growing old.
I am of the nature to have ill health. There is no way to escape ill health.
I am of the nature to die. There is no way to escape death.
All that is dear to me and everyone I love are of the nature to change. There is no way to escape being separated from them.
My actions are my only true belongings. I cannot escape the consequences of my actions. My actions are the ground upon which I stand.
Sometimes, it is hard to stand in reality. Sometimes it is so much easier to hide, to pretend, to ignore, to lessen, to distract, to be completely not present. And as much as this is not what is best, it is where I currently exist. The walls are squeezing in from all sides. Does anyone know how to find me?