My walk was peaceful on the way from Finch Subway Station to my home. Why? It had nothing to do with the scenery or with the fact that it's the first "warm day" that doesn't require a winter jacket. More so, I think it relates to the state of mind itself, which tries to take things the way they are without trying to control them.
Some gazes are controlling: they see what they want and they want to change whatever doesn't fit that image. Other gazes are just cold and uninviting. The city is full of all kinds of energies, but the whole point of it is for the mind to be a container that clearly reflects all of it, rather than trying to reject it in any way. That's hard to do, of course, but whenever I find myself reacting, I then need to ask myself, what is it that I am attached to that leads to this reaction? Is it the attachment to being "liked" or "respected"? What happens if that expected result doesn't happen at all? Is there something I can still learn? In the process, will this mind still be "ok"?
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