"These raindrops are made of the same stuff that I am made of."
That line stopped me.
What you're calling acceptance, where the rain becomes yours rather than something happening to you, looks surprisingly similar to what a 4th-century Buddhist school called Yogacara described as the collapse of the strict boundary between observer and observed.
Not mysticism. More like: the inner model loosens, the hard border softens, and you end up standing in the rain instead of running from it.
The interesting part is that this isn't indifference. Indifference also makes the boundary go away, but by shutting down. What you're describing keeps everything alive and just stops fighting it.
Two ways to stop fighting the rain. Only one of them lets you taste it.
When did you last catch yourself choosing the rain over the meeting?
Most moments actually. When I feel deeper into a suffering, or find myself blaming, i just ask myself: what for? This is the world exactly as it has been. I need to accept it the way it is, not the way I wish it were. It loosens my hold on my ego. And a smile comes to my lips. I forgive everyone in that moment. I love the world in that moment. Such moments come surprisingly often to me.
Such a beautiful piece!
Thank you so much 🙏
"These raindrops are made of the same stuff that I am made of."
That line stopped me.
What you're calling acceptance, where the rain becomes yours rather than something happening to you, looks surprisingly similar to what a 4th-century Buddhist school called Yogacara described as the collapse of the strict boundary between observer and observed.
Not mysticism. More like: the inner model loosens, the hard border softens, and you end up standing in the rain instead of running from it.
The interesting part is that this isn't indifference. Indifference also makes the boundary go away, but by shutting down. What you're describing keeps everything alive and just stops fighting it.
Two ways to stop fighting the rain. Only one of them lets you taste it.
When did you last catch yourself choosing the rain over the meeting?
Most moments actually. When I feel deeper into a suffering, or find myself blaming, i just ask myself: what for? This is the world exactly as it has been. I need to accept it the way it is, not the way I wish it were. It loosens my hold on my ego. And a smile comes to my lips. I forgive everyone in that moment. I love the world in that moment. Such moments come surprisingly often to me.