The other day I picked up my nephew from kindergarten. He was excited to show me the smelly sticker he had on his hand. As he walked along the bike trail following my power chair a few minutes later he started crying inconsolably. His precious sticker had fallen off and disappeared. We eventually continued on our way, but every few moments he was racked with sobs again. I could hear him mumbling, "I lost it. I want it back. We can't go back. We're too far away now."
How much like him have I been? "I lost my mobility. I want it back. I can't go back." Our fixations kept us both unhappy.
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"One who knows does not speak; one who speaks does not know." -Laozi ch. 56
Deep and not so deep thoughts
by DO
