Part of the cure for all this unhappiness is the realization
of dependent arising, that is to say that all things come and go depending upon
circumstances and that nothing ever stays the same. We are taught that this
realization can lead us away from attachment to the things and even ideas such
as our ideas of God and thus reduce our unhappiness. But insight into this fact
of nature doesn’t really help unless there is an underpinning of compassion for
both yourself and others. This compassion stays the hand of judgment and opens
the door to forgiveness. As hard as it is to forgive others it is much harder
to forgive ourselves.
There are some things
that it seems only natural to be attached to. We are attached our ideas of
right and wrong and are attached to those we care and love. I think almost
everyone has a deep feeling of what is just and what is unjust. And no matter what you say these things also cause
us great unhappiness. This creates a great dilemma for a man without a feeling
of justice without charity and is without compassion for others can barely be
said to be a man. A man who does not love his children and weep upon their death’s
has no heart and I don’t think would be capable of experiencing joy even if
being able to separate himself from these attachments were possible.
I would like to think that being human means that we will
suffer in this life from good cause. The clearing away the smoke of emotions that
reduce our humanity, ridding ourselves of those emotions that make us small and
petty is work for everyone who wants to be human. But it is clear to me that
this is very hard work indeed. Even if we were to actually accomplish the
eradication of all these afflictive emotions and turn to a completely rational
understanding of the pain caused by loving our children caring for the poor and
feeling the frustration of our own inability to do more, would we want to end
the pain that these things cause. Can there really be any joy without this pain?
Growing up, becoming
mature, waking up is a painful process
in itself. It becomes clear that even for the best of us pain is the fire in
which our souls must be forged. It’s simple enough to say we want to be happy
and we want the Buddha to show us the way to that happiness. But a soul without
turmoil is nothing more than a piece of deadwood.
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