Compassion is the Answer

It’s all the little things…

This past weekend, I had this nagging, uncomfortable feeling.  Sometimes when things aren’t right, you can’t make them right, I thought.  You can exercise every day to your favorite tunes, with the on-demand app that you have been given since your exercise class suddenly closed, but you can’t dance next to your friends.  You can raise a glass and toast over a WhatsApp reunion, but you can’t hug your friends on the other side of the screen.  You take a walk, and you realize how many stores have closed.  I mean, not just temporarily or during quarantine.  These stores are permanently closed.  Sometimes the financial burden is too much to bear and retreat is the only way out.

Someone told me that there will be a before and after.  This pandemic will change our fabric forever.  Sometimes I wonder, will we be able to regain our sense of community?  We are connected more than ever, yet this is not where our minds take us when we think about others.  We look at our neighbors with suspicion.  We look at the next person in line at the grocery store with disdain.  Are we learning to be more compassionate or are we learning to be more self-centered?  I hope the former and not the latter.

These thoughts were making me so sad that I began to look for a way out.  Would watching a good movie change my mood?  A new video chat with friends?  How about spending some money on something new?  Then it hit me, nothing that I could do about the situation will change it.  These things will make me feel better for some time, but they won’t make me feel better in the long run.

I decided to meditate, long and hard, to find the stillness and acceptance that I needed.  It turns out that accepting this new reality is perhaps the best way to cope and deal with it.  “Life is suffering,” the Buddha offered, and found it to be such an overarching reality that he called this principle “the first Noble Truth.”  We suffer because people get sick, die.  We suffer because we are separated from those we love.  But more than two thousand years ago, the Buddha taught that no matter how hard we try, we cannot avoid getting sick, getting old, dying, and being separated from the ones we love. 

My challenge for everyone out there is to take this new reality, understand that it is life staring at us in the face, making us look at our own nature, and accept each one of us as we are.  Part of this is to be compassionate, as not only will your fellow humans go through this:  You will go through this as well.

I once heard a Buddhist teacher say “treat the glass as if it were already broken.”  If we see each other as vulnerable, fragile, prone to getting sick, dying, we would be much more compassionate with each other.  We normally forget this reality, until a loved one falls ill or dies.  Let’s not wait until then. 

Compassion is the answer.

Love in the Times of Covid-19

We are here to awaken from our illusion of separateness.”  Thich Nhat Hahn

I have always been drawn to Eastern thought, philosophy, and particularly, Buddhism.  I have always believed that in this world, we are all interconnected, and the Buddhist principle of equanimity (we are all equals) represents this belief.  There isn’t an action that we take today that does not have a repercussion in the world somehow.  They call this karma, which is more than what it represents in the colloquial sense of the world.  Karma is cause and effect. 

Buddhist monk looking over at the mountain

We, especially in the Western World, tend to erect these big walls, hide behind them, and call them “me.”  We are individualistic, and to a degree, act to protect this “me” that we believe is separate from everyone and everything else.  Enter the new coronavirus, Covid-19, a microscopic organism that does not need anyone’s permission to enter a region, a country, a body, to remind us of how interconnected we are.  We typically don’t think about how the cup of coffee we drink in the morning connects us to the rest of the world, for example.  Before we even place that little cup in the machine, it was packaged, bought, collected, grown, planted.  We may not think of the farmer in Colombia who planted the seed or collected the coffee beans, but we are connected to them when we drink that morning coffee.

Covid-19, the new coronavirus, has made us think about ourselves, our surroundings, and everyone else in ways that we haven’t before.  Our tendency is to tend to protect the “me” inside of us and push away.  But with this epidemic, I have seen many people tell me that they are willing to sacrifice things they love for the sake of others.  Many people are choosing the wise path.  An action that we take today can affect someone else tomorrow, and when someone is affected tomorrow, in turn will affect ourselves.  This is a difficult choice, but many people are willing to do this so others are not affected.  What a wise, loving choice!

I propose that we choose LOVE and KINDNESS instead of fear.  I propose that we think of the world in terms of US and not in terms of US vs THEM.  I propose that we all write stories so that we can tell the future generations what it was like to live through these times. 

Let me know how you are coping, what you are thinking, and what you see.  If you want to appear on this section please send your story to ourspecialvillage@gmail.com

#Lovingkindness is the answer!

many incense sticks on a bowl of sand