Looking for apples mid-winter
Here is a question for you. What would you do if I sent you to go pick apples mid winter when the temperatures are freezing and trees are bare? It would be fair to say that you might think I was a little confused and start looking for the nearest exit. Who could blame you? Yet that’s exactly what you do every time you ask ego for anything.
Mind, ego, this world, all these things are about deception. The setup is about deceiving and distracting you from looking to and reconnecting with Him. No amount of praying, hoping, wishing or crying will change that. It cannot change it. So do not be angry or disappointed. It will do you no good. Accept it and look to your happiness where it actually is.
As already stated, it’s not as if mind is particularly subtle about what it’s doing. It talks about peace yet war, murder, robbery and crime are ubiquitous. It rants about equality and says everything is possible for everyone then puts people in vast slums in which generation after generation rots. It pronounces that you should eat healthily but too bad you can’t afford the prices of healthy foods. It holds up the scales of justice and decrees equal justice for all, but shame if you can’t afford the lawyers. It says not to worry about the constant flow of troubles because life would be boring if things were perfect. You need challenges. It may as well be saying, no matter what you do, no matter what you achieve, it will never be enough. You will never be contented or happy.
Buddhism puts it this way: The wise say that it is not an iron, wooden or fibre fetter which is a strong one, but the besotted hankering after trinkets, children and wives that, say the wise, is the strong fetter. It drags one down, and loose as it feels, it is hard to break. Breaking this fetter, people renounce the world, free from longing and abandoning sensuality. Riches destroy a fool, but not those who are seeking the other shore. The fool destroys himself by his craving for riches, as he destroys others too. He drifts from one life to another like a monkey looking for fruit in the forest.
Reproduced by kind permission of myself, to myself, from my book Him & Me