I’ve been saying to myself, “I love the game” a lot lately.
I’m referring to life, love and work and the myriad of challenges that arise every day; the life unlearned and relearned; the continuing encounter between self and world and practice.
We all want “happiness.” Happiness lasts for a relatively short time, and as strong-willed as I am, I can’t will happiness into being. I can’t perpetuate happiness with hope.
It hasn’t been “happiness” that has provided the most stimulation or a context for the attainment of meaning. It’s suffering that has brought me closer to wisdom. It’s the consistent overcoming of challenges that has brought respites of happiness.
“I love the game” is realizing life is not a problem to be solved. It’s an experiment to be lived. No one can avoid the dismal places we sometimes find ourselves, but we can learn to value them for what they bring us.
Be still yet still be moving.
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