“What does life mean to me?”. I learn; I work; I take my responsibility, and etc. Are these what life is all about?
When Jean is out shopping and Chenny is out teaching, and Spot is sleeping next to my feet on the floor. When my surrounding is so quiet, my thought begins to wander, and it always lands on the topic such as “what does life mean to me?”
My logical part of the brain immediately searches in the archive for the most matching answer, but before long, it says to me that it has run out all the ideas and it gets no answer for me. At this moment, sometimes I recalled the Script in the Diamond Sutra which throughout its content states all the paradox of every aspect the Buddha tried to make his disciple understand.
“All of the phenomena are illusory and are real at the same time.” If I use this kind of statement as a template and put my question into it, then it sounds like this -- “life is elusive and is real.” Then, what Buddha tried to explain to me might be: “hey! Kuei, whether your life is elusive or real, don’t be too serious about and should be serious about, just live your every day as it is and no more other meanings and no less than any other meaning.”
It sounds very insane, but what else do you think is not? Perhaps this is the path toward enlightenment; and is not the path toward anywhere.
No comments:
Post a Comment