If nothing is permanent in this life,if everything is fleeting and subject to change and decay,if existence is suffering and we are born to die,how can we there be any happiness?I enjoy using this bowl because it is already broken.I drink my tea from it everyday.
I enjoy the shape and the texture of it in my hands,and when light strikesit's surface,it shows up it's rich coulours.But if i should accidently drop it,it will be smashed into pieces.Yes,ofcourse.But knowing it to be already broken,I appreciate it's presence,the life of it,at every moment.
So too is with this body,I know it is already dead,So where is fear?I live each moment fully for itself...
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