Posted by: Michael Rickicki | 11/18/2013

Good Morning

This morning I feel slightly better than I have in days for reasons that I can’t truly discern. Nonetheless, the fact that I do it all got me thinking about anicca and how easy it is to forget just how precarious any state of well-being really is. In short, when things eventually get to be less stressful it is not as if it means I have reached a place of safety. It is literally as if I were a tennis ball out on the ocean open imagining that I could somehow stay forever on the crest of a crashing wave in the midst of a storm. Silly isn’t it? But, truth be told, I find myself wishing to be once more out of the trough and on the crest of the next wave rather than focusing my energies on getting to dry land and out of the water altogether.


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