I often find myself stumped when people ask me if I’m happy or if I like one thing or another. I never knew why I was stumped, but I knew that these questions often don’t make sense to me.
Today, in a meeting with one of my teachers, he asked me if I liked a particular thing and I had that experience of the question not making much sense. As I inquired into my experience of feeling stumped, I realized that whether I like something or not, whether I’m happy or not – is not how I measure the value of my experience.
Of course, this means I usually hear those questions coming from a place of wanting me to rate my experience. My experience is my experience – here’s a great image and a quote from A.H. Almaas that I put with it to create a card.
Now, don’t get me wrong – like every other person on the planet, I prefer pleasure over pain, but I find most of life interesting if not down right intriguing. But, I can be in the middle of something confusing, boring, painful or exciting – and a part of me is fine with them all. They each have their story to tell and wisdom to pass along.