Things change. They have to. It is the law of nature. But, sometimes change can be an illusion. Just sometimes, we like to believe that things have changed when they really haven’t. It is easier that way, especially since it helps us feel better about our mistakes and shortcomings.
Life today is much more complex than it was, let’s say, fifteen or twenty years ago. The number of decisions that we have to take on any given day is staggering. From the kitchen to the office, everything has changed. But, has it really?
I once attended a meditation camp, where a monk was supposed to deliver a lecture and teach the participants the basics of meditation. While he said a lot of things, some of which I remember and some of which I have conveniently forgotten, there was something he said which I was reminded of today.
The monk, who must have been in his late fifties and looked like he had been practicing meditation all his life, told us that there were days when even he did not feel like meditating. Days when meditating felt like a chore more than anything else. I don’t know about others, but this came as a shock to me. I mean when you see a monk, you assume that meditation and the spiritual practices are a second nature to him, or her. But, the monk assured us that it was not the case.
… and just like that 2015 is done and dusted.
There were so many things I had expected would happen in 2015, but like most years more things were left undone than were acually done. It is a good thing, I guess. It keeps you looking towards the future with hope, and hope, they tell me, is the most powerful thing of them all.
Winter is approaching again, and one of the joys of winters is taking a bath with hot water, isn’t it?
Taking a bath, or a shower, with hot water, however, brings along with it one of the biggest challenges that the human kind has to face on a daily basis – getting the water to the exact temperature level that the body is comfortable with. It’s always either too hot, or too cold.
I, for one, struggle with this problem every day.
As I turned on the car’s ignition, nothing happened.
The car should have started, and we should have been on our way home, but nothing happened. It was a few minutes before I realised that I had left the lights of the car on and the battery had run out of juice.
Not one to be easily fazed by problems, I set out to find a battery and a couple of wires to jumpstart my car. Without boring you with details, let me tell you that I arranged both the things within a few minutes.