Every day we take a journey to who knows where. Every time we step foot out of the door, out of the bed, we make a trip from which we may never return. Knowing this, what provisions have I set aside for myself to carry with me? Anger, resentment, recriminations? Am I lugging old disagreements to gnaw on like dry and discarded bones when I could bring a heart full of well-wishing and forgiveness that could truly sustain me along the way?
Every day we leave and may never come back. Can we ensure that we have left our loved ones well-provided and take along only what is good and helpful? Can I let go of poison?
Cattāri Brahmavihārā 
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