Ink SpillDespair in the face of afflictions.
You expect your life to go as it ought to be. A path you thought was paved with stone, turns to be paved by the figment of your imagination.
If you lose an arm, you despair, why? because you thought you were entitled to an arm, “Everyone else gets to live with two arms, why can’t I?” But if the whole world was one armed you wouldn’t have despaired.
Our despair lives in the divergency from what we except and what is reality.
The more tightly you hold to what you think things should be, the more you feel lost when things go the other direction.
The people of serenity are the ones who learn to let go in the face of calamities, to be fluid on their path.
Grateful in the face of blessings, patient in the face of afflictions.