Let us be resolute in our commitment to the present moment. And why, as a practical matter, should it be elsewhere? Life is not in the future, neither is it in the past.
Fear plays this little trick—it dresses itself up to look like what it isn’t. Parsimony. Protection. Prudence. Planning. Precaution.
Worry—that’s not fear, is it? Just looking at things from every possible angle, right?
If we could see worry for what it is, we would never worry again.
Death is the falling away of everything we don’t need—our traditions, beliefs, habits, hopes, memories, worries, fears, resentments, five-year plans, medications, opinions, cultural associations, club memberships, loyalties, animosities, calculations, the voice in the head that interprets, judges, discriminates, rejects, invites and analyzes.
This falling away is already happening—as I write this, as you read it.
Hope is not an antidote to fear but rather an aspect of fear. Hope and fear are two ends of the same pencil.
“Humankind cannot bear very much reality.”
Outflow determines inflow. Not only does this not make sense, it seems antagonistic to sense. Sense in this context is ego. Ego exists in a permanent state of insufficiency, of not enough.
No good deed was ever executed in the future. There is no master plan, nor any need for one. Nothing in Nature makes plans.