He had struggled with the urge
to drink too much following the
situation with Amarita, and recognized the
familiar pattern in his life. As a response to this pattern, he decided to
attend a dharma talk at the Auckland Buddhist center regarding mental health
and addictions. He needed the reinforcement.
The discussion on this evening was about
acceptance, and the paradox between needing to be proactive about healthy
behaviors in the face of maladaptive patterns, while also accepting life as it
was. Lately he had been feeling very “unlucky” in his life, but also recognized
this was lazy thinking that lacked a large global perspective about the nature
of reality.
He thought about sharing his story, but in
the end decided he would rather listen. Carl Rogers discussed education as a
process of remembering what we sometimes already knew, and he wanted to listen
and think today as opposed to sharing.
On the ride home he turned on the radio and
heard John Lennon’s “Beautiful Boy.” He’d always loved the line “life is what
happens to you while you’re busy making other plans,” and it was the perfect
song to wrap up a productive weekend.
In a larger sense, he thought about how it
related to his life. He had spent a lot of time lately thinking about love and
commitment and the future, but in the meantime he had also lost his way a
little bit. He had been playing the “when I just” game with himself, and he
recognized it as a kind of bargaining. In this case it was ‘when I just find
love I’ll be happy again’ and he recognized the flaw in his thinking.
He opened his book again and turned to a
chapter he had been reflecting on and rereading on a daily basis as necessary, “If you live in a past dream, you don't enjoy
what is happening right now because you will always wish it to be different
than it is. There is no time to miss anyone or anything because you are alive.
Not enjoying what is happening right now is living in the past and being only
half alive. This leads to self pity, suffering and tears.”
The sunset was indeed glorious that
evening, and he was glad he had taken the walk. The ice cream was wonderful,
the colors of the sky were beautiful, and he was starting to find some peace.
Perhaps we don’t see ourselves growing sometimes while it’s happening.
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