7/02/03
2 weeks ago, I went to see a friend of mine perform, and after the performance my bike was stolen. This is after having many opportunities to leave, checking on it twice, and turning down a ride home. This is the same bike that got me fit for the summer, the one that I bought with the “BS or F printed in Japanese” money. It was at least 12:00 am & there I was, stuck with few options.
The surprise for me was I wasn’t fazed, not a bit. When I got home that morning I almost forgot to tell Jamyla. I just couldn’t muster emotion over a
thing. It was really wonderful to discover that about myself. I figured I did my part: I locked it up. But it's not mine. None of this is... your sight, your hearing, your ability to speak, your strength... all these things will be taken from you in time. There is only right now, and right now I’m chillin.
It was a great lesson about priorites and possession, but more than that it brought me to a theme that has been constant in my meditation of late. To
look for teachers. They are all around you. Sometimes they don’t have your best interests in mind, but they still teach you about yourself so thank them if you can.
So to the person who has the bike, I’d like to say thank you for that moment, and the left hand brake needs to be tightened :)
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