I walked to the train station one morning last week. As I took the steps down to get to the platform a couple of mothers took the stairs as well, each holding the hand of her little girl.
As the mothers got to the ground floor they let their daughter's hand go and the girls started leaping and running with giggles and laud laughter towards the platform.
I was washed by their joy of this simple response - just running to the platform. Nothing or no one in particular was waiting for them there. Do you get it? ? I was struck.
Are we addicted to pain?
It led to me think if I remember moments of simple joy with my parent, joy that is wasn't tied to any specific action.
How is it that we remember all the pain and sorrows of how our parents letting us down ann don't seem to remember events if they're not tied to something concrete?!
You know, the answers I'm afraid is quite simple.
Ego functions mainly on pain. When you redirect your mind to remember the simple moments in life you are no longer a slave of painful memories which give you a sense of identity, of definition.
You don't need courage to let go of pain. All you need is to let the simple moments in life gain some gravity.
Simple is truth.