Delwyn of "A Hazy Moon" and I had a conversation
this past weekend about details
and how hard it is to establish
a consistent balance of happiness
when you haven't fallen in love with the little stuff
(especially if you make a career
out of dissatisfaction with the little stuff).
When you get right down to it,
life amounts to a whole lot of details added together.
Individual moments, strung on the threads of our lives, like pearls.
We experience delight and dismay moment by moment,
reacting to what's here and now,
being present to what's occurring
unless we're all wadded up in what happened in the past
or what we fear might befall us in the future.
Love hinges on a whole lot of details, too:
seeing some and celebrating them; ignoring others.
To maintain equanimity in life, despite all the ups and downs,
requires a deep knowing that all things pass,
regardless of how desperately we want to hang on,
no matter how intense our fear that things will never change.
It necessitates making dissatisfaction an occasional visitor,
not a permanent resident.
All we are is a result of what we have thought.
It's all a matter of choice:
do we want to let our thoughts burden us with suffering,
or do we want to move in another direction?