In today's Dharma talk the priest talked about the reaction of those who see the glass as half empty to those who see it has half full.
Having been working on a Zen journal on death and impermanence, I started wondering about my life. Is it half full or half empty? The years ahead of me... do they represent the water or the air? I wanted to figure this out before writing about it... but I didn't.
So what's my life... the glass? the water? Any ideas?
Sometimes the water evaporates. Sometimes the water spills.
Sometimes someone drinks the water. And sometimes the glass falls off the table.
3 comments:
James 4:14 "...You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes."
In this case I would say we are the water! Our bodies the glass that is ready to fall off the table and break?
You are a sturdy glass with a good quantity of well distilled water. Alttle garlic might spice up the thought process. H.
Perhaps the popular contemporary phrase "it is what it is" came about in response to the creative mids which see an endless stream of possibilites and rarely commit to one answer.
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