“I used to be in shape”, I tell my son who pokes fun at my current condition. “I used to have the body of a God”, I’d say. He replies, “ya, but now it’s Buddha’s.
So I reflect on the fat little rupa I have in my house and ponder my condition, and sigh.
Is that ego lurking in the background, or the grasping at what once was? Probably both.
So I muster all the Buddhist training I’ve acquired and focus on the present. If I accept the way things are now, and skilfully re-direct my thoughts to the truth of Dharma I will be spending my brain power on more productive things than yearning for want once was. Misery comes from self-fixation. No truer words have ever been said. I feel better already.
It’s not easy being a Buddhist … but it works!
Don