“Dream delivers us to dream, and there is no end to illusion. Life is like a train of moods like a string of beads, and, as we pass through them, they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue. . . ” -- Ralph Waldo Emerson
I see it...everywhere.
Everyone is trying to control what lies out there -- in broad terms, their circumstances.
But it’s an illusion. Period.
What we need do is look within and stop judging everything by how we expect things to be.
They just are.
As I’ve said previously, please don’t confuse what is with blind acceptance. Of course, you’ll want to filter everything through the lens of how things should be -- better or perched on top of the story of old -- but in acknowledging the is-ness of everything, all you’re doing is not reacting to the internal story.
Trust me, it’s hard, real hard.
If there’s one thing that seems to work for me, and it’s no different to the idea of watching clouds as a metaphor for your thoughts, it’s to watch the thoughts arise, and to let them pass -- they always do. That or to collapse into the thoughts.
The thing is the moment you start judging what lies out there by your egoic tendencies, you’re doomed. Doomed to judgment or recrimination. In short, a life half lived.