Posted by: Upāsaka Subhavi | 07/07/2013

Seeds of Anicca

Watching my kids play in the sprinkler at my in-laws’ I am at once filed with joy at their own happiness while simultaneously feeling the anxiety that comes as a result of my own faulry understanding of anicca. This awareness of the bitter side of every happy moment has been part and parcel of every experience of which I have memory. In fact, even my earliest memores seem to contain at least the seeds of an awareness of anicca (impermanence) but always in a tragic way. Clearly then as now my understanding is lacking in wisdom.

So, my question is this: how does one reflect on impermanence in daily life without succumbing to negative perceptions (as I am wont to do)?


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