I could have gotten upset today. And I chose not to. Even better, I was able to calm my friend down.
What persuaded me to dwell in peace was the memory of all the times before when I had been in similar situations. And I had let myself be had by the circumstances. Overtaken by fear, or anger.
What persuaded me to dwell in peace was the memory of how bad it had felt each time.
What persuaded me to dwell in peace was the love of this life, too precious to be wasted any longer, even for just a moment.
What persuaded me to dwell in peace was the possibility of deep, unconditional happiness, right here.
This is what happens when one pays attention, over and over again. This is the reward of practice.
What persuaded me to dwell in peace was the memory of all the times before when I had been in similar situations. And I had let myself be had by the circumstances. Overtaken by fear, or anger.
What persuaded me to dwell in peace was the memory of how bad it had felt each time.
What persuaded me to dwell in peace was the love of this life, too precious to be wasted any longer, even for just a moment.
What persuaded me to dwell in peace was the possibility of deep, unconditional happiness, right here.
This is what happens when one pays attention, over and over again. This is the reward of practice.
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