Can we accept what life gives us without complaint, seamlessly accepting the good as well as the bad? When you get onion rings instead of your ordered French fries, do you choose what is given? Or do you complain inside or out. Are you aware of how. your mind reacts. Imagine you are hooked up to a hospital scope that reads your mental reactions to the environment. Would it stay flat? The practice of Mindfulness and Meditation creates an internal scope by which you can notice the reactions your mind makes when you don’t get what you ordered.
This is a life and death practice because if you don’t learn to read what your mind is doing, bitching and comparing its way through the order you place on life, you will end up in the hospital.
My mother (who lived to 102) said with a laugh that she was. happy because she had no future. Which meant she wasn’t upset if she didn’t get what she ordered from life, which is the future. If she got onion rings instead of French fries, she choose onion rings.
When Christ went to the crossroad of life, this present moment, he choose the cross because that was the onion rings he was given. That is the Triumphant Christ you comes to life with joyful participation in whatever is given. (this doesn’t mean you can’t send the onion rings back to get your French fries)
Eckhart Tolle says accept every moment as if you had chosen it. If you choose what is given you have no argument with it, do you. If you have no argument with the present moment, you have no argument with yourself. You are the present moment. If you have no argument with yourself, you are not divided against yourself. The Buddha says human suffering is this self division, this argument with the present moment.
Choose the onion rings!
If you want to be free from mental agitation, then listen carefully to this talk. Agitation is so normal that we are not even aware of it. It makes us who we believe we are: I exist because I’m agitated. I didn’t get what I expected. The world disappointed me. God disappointed me. The cosmos disappointed me. There is no end to it.
Who is the Great ME that sits on his thrown complaining about the food. Every mistake the waitress makes is a blessing in disguise. This is your divine opportunity to joyously participate in what the world serve you. Don’t refuse the mother’s milk.