One day some people came to the master
and asked: How can you be happy
in a world of such impermanence,
where you cannot protect your loved ones
from harm, illness or death?
The master held up a glass and said:
Someone gave me this glass;
It holds my water admirably
and it glistens in the sunlight.
I touch it and it rings!
One day the wind
may blow it off the shelf,
or my elbow
may knock it from the table.
I know this glass is already broken,
so I enjoy it — incredibly.
Achaan Chah Subato, Thai monk
Stuff I like (all)
- “Show me a hero, and I’ll write you a tragedy.”— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via feellng)
- “Stop calling me “someone’s daughter”.
That should be enough reason not to hurt me.”— Ragehound (via ragehound)