I try to live by Buddhist philosophy, and also, when that doesn’t suit me, by the seat of my very well-tailored pants.
Lately I’ve been depressed, anxious, restless, and chiding myself for feeling this way, until I re-read part of an article about the virtues of boredom;
…Later on, in the bathroom picking up dingy wet towels, I notice the mildew creeping up the bottom of the shower curtain. This is not the life of precious tributes. It’s one you want to throw out. And many of us do. We replace people, places, and things that have grown charmless and tiresome – which they always do. Fascination fades and restlessness stirs.
Chasing the picture perfect, we can lose what we have in abundance – the times that teach us even more than the rare delight of butterflies or a robin’s blue eggs. We lose the hours, the days, and the decades when nothing much seems to happen at all. Time freezes. Paint dries. Mildew spreads. We’re bored out of our minds.
Boredom is the unappreciated path to patience, peace, and intimacy, so who would read a paean to it? Let that be your koan.
Booooring… by Karen Maezen Miller Shambabhala Sun, September 2012, p19.
Upon first reading, it makes sense, but then you think of attachment, and wonder what the virture is in remaining attached to people, places or things that may have already taught you what you need to learn from them.
What if this is just a platitude to keep us all little cogs in what really is a materialistic, capitalistic driven lifestyle in the west?
Hmmm? Have a think darlings, but I know what my plan is for the next few years. It’s not about sticking with the charmless, or discarding it.
It’s about appreciating what I’ve learned and moving on to a more rich and full life, with new experiences. That doesn’t make me a bad Buddhist, that just makes me brave.