The Buddha’s first truth? Suffering exists.
Sometimes, when I look around, I wonder how we all get through this samsara. There was a massive accident a block from the university. Stopped at the lights I could see just how many police were taking statements, and the sobbing wreck of a man involved.
I turned my head to shield myself only to be confronted by the struggle to walk of a young man with cerebral palsy. Defies understanding how he was even managing to stay upright.
We are the lucky ones. Youngest has UC but she’s getting an education, I can pay for her medicine and any food she wants to eat, and she has her own bathroom right off her bedroom. I’m driving my almost new car and it’s a clear, blue sky autumn day. I turn off into the park to breathe for a while, visit the trees and ducks.
The ducks are busy. It’s school holidays and the park can barely fit another creature in.
Our land has been called the lucky country. You know it. There’s no war on our soil, we don’t know bombs. No tsunami, twisters or earthquakes. We could stand to be a little more generous – take a few more refugees, an asylum seeker or two. Come on..
There is an end to suffering. The third truth.