The Buddhist notion that "life is suffering" is interesting.
I used to think it was somewhat overly dramatic, if you know what I mean. Quite a pessimistic view of things.
It's about wanting more than i have now--more time, more pleasure, more control.
And there's my wish that i could know all that i am. And hold onto it. Instead, i flit. No hold. A reaction here, an unconscious blurt there. I am neither this, nor that.
But some days it seems to hum to the rhythm of my consciousness, to the strum of each moment. It's right in front of me.
If life is suffering--and maybe it is--is that so bad?
I know love. Is flow not lovable?
Go ahead, take me away.
Suffering just is. Like a free-flowing river.
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