What kind of equanimity is it when one can remain unshaken only by the best of circumstances? I can still feed, clothe and shelter my family and yet my mind runs back to fear as a refuge time and again.
And what good is fear? It changes no external circumstance and one still had to face both real and imagined horrors regardless. Knowing that there is nothing that can blot out awareness, that we will go on despite our hips and fears, why is it so hard to see both as unnecessary accretions?
Rather than a craven coward in the face of adversity may I be a model of forbearance and equanimity during the tempests of life.
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