I will lose everything I love.
Just now, I fell into a spiral of negative news. Despite all day on a screen working, my eyes were glued to my phone for a couple more hours, unable to look away from the train wreck of George Floyd’s death, and then by happenstance, sinking deep into the story of @littlemissmomma’s 3-year old with incurable cancer in the brainstem.
I came out of it in a state of contrast. If contrast can be a feeling, it is this: the injustices that others have experienced placed in high relief my own privilege and my literally countless blessings. Suddenly, I am intensely reminded how lucky I am. I could write down a different thing to be grateful for, each day for the rest of my life.
This pain has a purpose. When it’s your own suffering, it makes you treasure what you lost, for the rest of your life. When it’s someone else’s pain, you have the opportunity to treasure what you have BEFORE you lose it.
In a fortuitously timed conversation with the wise @jits.into.the.sunset the other day, Tania shared some Buddhist mantras from her morning mediation.
I cannot escape death
I cannot escape illness
I will age
I will lose everything I love
Knowing that I will lose it all, what better time than right this instant to love everything I have, ferociously, with all my capacity.