Is there room inside for all of the suffering we encounter in a day? What do we do with it? It's damn difficult to ignore. So, where does it reside? Simply gaze at her face and ask, "What am I feeling"? Why would we wish to do such a thing? What are we perceiving? Is she holding the boy tight enough? Is he comfortable? Will his suffering stop someday? How many causes and conditions that were unavoidable generated this moment in life? How many causes and conditions that were avoidable generated in this moment? Should she hold him tighter? Looser? Or, perhaps, not at all?
One could go on indefinitely with questions about or in response to this picture. Are all of us seeing the same picture?
I have no idea why I wrote this. Nor do I know why I am telling you this. However, I hope it makes a difference today or tomorrow or whenever. So, are we happy yet?
Okay, here's the deal. When we say things like, "I want to be happy,' or I am not happy," or "I need something but I don't know what would make me happy." All of this talk about being happy. What is being happy? First of all, we probably don't know what being means in this context. What do we mean when we say, "I wish to be happy." What does this actually mean to us when we say it? And, we say, "I wish to be happy," what is being happy? Do we really know what we are looking for? Happiness? What is it? And yet, there are many, many people coming close to promising that we can be happy. Does this mean happy all the time? Let's consider this until our return with some further clarifications.
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