Failing in Spite of Trying!

I tried for a second time to get out of bed with the little strength I’ve got left following the long time I’ve been spending in bed. Of course, it could be much worse. I haven’t totally been cut off from society. With all its criticisms, technology has enabled me to keep in touch with the world. I’m even started doing my work from home for a number of days now.
But, it pains me that, in spite of trying to get out of bed on my own, I must accept the fact that, right now, even transferring to my wheelchair is something I cannot do on my own.
I was sad when I realise that I have come to this point. But I have been trying to do my best. Or perhaps I am not doing enough. I remain grateful for the fact that I have retained enough strength to get better. If I keep trying.
It’s tempting for us to believe that others will solve our problems or blame others for our problems. I know that those who believe God is in control of their destiny tend to expect that God will solve their problems. I looked at life that way when I was younger and less mature.
Yet, the fact is that, if we want to move forward, we need to take personal responsibility for our own actions. We shouldn’t expect miracles to happen. The very fact that I’m still breathing after all these years is a miracle in itself.
Not that my life is ‘extraordinary’ as some have told me. Yes, I’ve been through a lot already but I chose to go on. I may have chosen to end it all. But I didn’t. Not because I am brave or courageous but, rather, it was because I fear death. Or, actually, that I feared death.
Yet, inasmuch as death is such a scary prospect for many, I have come to accept it as part of my future. For the promise of death isn’t a reason to die. Indeed, it is a reason to live. And while my life’s failures appear to be moments when I come to cry and to regret, without them I would never succeed.
For unpleasant as it might be, a failure means that you have tried. For if you always succeed in whatever you do on your first attempt, where would your satisfaction be?If life was so easy, so free from challenges and difficulties, would their be a point in living? This is difficult to answer. And, we can’t answer it because we are human beings.
We idealise a life where no one dies, when we become perfect incarnations of humanity. When we don’t have to suffer in any way.
Yet, I wonder whether in our state of immortal perfection, we will still be able to feel compassion to others or, else, become no different than the mythical gods of ancient Greece where others became mere objects of play and manipulation.
Our life may be not that much when you think about it. We live to die. We change from healthy young children with a will to love and be loved, only to find ourselves old and, sometimes, tired of living. But amidst the sadness, the despair and the disenchantment we might experience, there is so much more to celebrate. There’s still much we can do. So much we can do. Life is impermanent, yes, but that is all the more reason to try to live it to the full and make the best of it. Its an opportunity to change for the better the life of those who are still chained by injustice, violence and by inequality.There will always be failure.
There will always be lost lives. There will always be tragedies and deaths. Pride would lead us to forfeit our responsibility and blame others or even a god but never ourselves. Humility, on the other hand, bids us to accept our failure as an invitation to learn.
Pride will tell us that we don’t depend on anyone. Humility teaches us that we are co-dependent.
Pride deludes us into believing that we will live forever. Humility reminds us that we are living on borrowed time.
At this point, I feel I have failed in spite of trying. Pride tells me that I have failed as a person for having to ask for help (yet again). Humility reassures me that this a chance to try my best again and accept the fact that needing one another is part of being human. There’s no shame in failing if one has genuinely tried to do better.

Tomorrow ... It's the 6th July? So, It's HH 14th Dalai Lama's 77th birthdy!!!

Tomorrow,the 6th July 2012, his Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama celebrates his 77th birthday. I have written an entry one year ago on that date, which I encourage you to read as well. In the post, simply entitled, “Celebrating  HH the 14th Dalai Lama's 76th Birthday”, I shared my experiences during my early readings of some of his works and the impressions of him as I watched YouTube videos where he talks. 

Since that time, I have continued to cultivate my practice and to grow in mindfulness and compassion. Over these months, I have read and listened to books, podcasts and talks on the teachings of Buddha (or dharma talks). I continue to learn and explore what it means to be a human being and have discovered a profound value in life that transcends all the attachments and limitations that we often choose to impose onto ourselves and on others. This, I learned is the real source of y suffering, or in Pali, ‘dukkha’.

I don’t feel that I have to convince you or anyone that the path I chose to go deeper into Buddhism is the right way for all. In fact, one thing that I always admired in HH the Dalai Lama was his appeal to first follow the spiritual tradition of your family and, then, if necessary, follow another path and not necessarily the Buddhist way either. I find myself now in a position when I can say, I have found meaning and peace in Buddhism.

And, here, I don’t mean that I have espoused the teaching and dogma of the religion such as the hierarchy of the many gods that can be found in the religious tradition. Indeed, unlike other faith traditions, God or any notions of a god are, somehow, irrelevant as we have the ultimate responsibility over our actions and on our happiness. Still, it would be unfair to call Buddhism as ‘atheistic’ but, rather, as ‘non-theistic’. 

I think that Buddhism did make me reconsider the representation of God or what God is or whether such a creator exists or not. I believe today that if we really wish to find God, God is to be found in the experience of life, in others and in ourselves. But, another thing I have learned through my readings of the Dalai Lama, is that often we become attached too much on ideas about who we are and giving undue importance to the things we have or the status and reputation we have gained in society rather than recognise how really temporary all these things are. 

How, we fail, many times to appreciate the life we’ve got, the life we have been given, the little time we have on this world. We fail to appreciate all the world, all the people and all the gifts we have that enable us to live another day. I, myself, have much to learn. 

As I prepare to welcome a new night and await another morning, I think about many things. I reflect about my life and how, even these hard times, I continue hoping in tomorrow. Not that I don’t get angry or sad, but putting things into perspective, I find refuge in the fact that nothing is permanent and, even if my life would end tomorrow, I did my best to be authentic and true to who I am.

For, as I spent time growing in my self-discovery, the more I realise how much this life is precious and how much more I’m limited and dependant. I smile as I remember HH Dalai Lama’s candid laugh and calm words. Words uttered without pretension or arrogance. Words spoken in the language of love and genuine compassion.

Happy birthday, Your Holiness!!!

A Forgotten Childhood?

As a young boy, I was curious to know about how the world worked. I also wanted to know what life was all about. I wanted to know to gain a kind of closure and some answers to the question of why I had an impairment, when other boys my age were considered “normal” and “healthy”. I just didn’t understand why the God the priests praised so much on the altar who was so kind and loving had punished me from birth. Surely, I had done something really awful. I was a bad child of God and had to accept my fate without question. Indeed, I needed to redeem myself. If I think about it, my impairment back then was not as severe as it is today. True, I couldn’t bend my legs straight and my gait, which was described by a doctor in one medical report was a “scissor’s gait” was close enough to reality. I could still walk and run at the time but still it bothered me that in spite of what I did, I was different in eyes of others.

With all good intentions, even those close to me wanted me to become “normal” and within a culture very influenced by religious sentimentality, I was prayed on and loved ones hoped for a “miracle” to happen. I was happy as a child but I was also unhappy. For whatever I did and any efforts I made I couldn’t become “normal”. Yes, that! What was more troubling was that I identified on some level with Satan. Hadn’t be also rejected from God and cast away to an eternal torment. But, unlike Satan, I was determined to return in God’s good books. But at around 8, I started experiencing the reality outside of the safety of the home. I met new people and different children. Many looked at me through their presumptions about my physical impairment and told me that I “inspired” them and given that troubling reassurance that I was bearing the “cross of Christ”. When I felt no different than other kids my age. But, in a way, I was.

The fact was that I was made to think. I dared to doubt. And, while a spiritual revolution was taking place in my mind, I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t articulate it in a way others could understand it. I sought refuge in trying to find answers beyond me. I wanted to knoW WHY. wHY HAD MY BROTHER DIED BEFORE I COULD GET TO KNOW HIM? Why I was born this way? Why was God angry at me? Was I a saint walking on the footsteps of Christ or a sinner bearing the torment of a banished hell angel? Yes, I was happy then. But there was always that foreknowing that this life will end. And then what will become of me? And was there a God any way? Or were we at the mercy of a God who was like those Greek gods I read in some of my books that toyed around with human BEINGS AS IF THEY WERE PAWNS ON CHESS BOARD?

I THOUGHT AND THOUGHT. DURING THOSE COLD WINTER NIGHTS WHEN I LOOKED WITH AWE AT THE DARK SKY TINTED WITH SILVER STARS. THE SAME STARS THE ANCIENT EGYPTIANS HAD STUDIED A THOUSAND YEARS AGO. THE SAME STARS THAT THE BIBLE SAYS HERALDED THE BIRTH OF THE JEWISH MESSIAH. THE SAME STARS THAT GUIDED SO MANY SEAFARERS. I was connected then with the past I shared with my ancestors. The same stars that were there at the beginning of the cosmos. The same stars but not yet the same. These are still stars that may not all be there today as their light takes millions of years to reach us. Stars are a connection with the past that is no longer there.

For a young boy, these thoughts were overwhelming. So many questions. So few answers. Many of which were incomplete or beyond my understanding. And yet, nobody in my life seemed to be asking why? People who claimed they were “people of faith” appeared to be interested in winning a place in heaven and saving their lives rather than living the spirit of love and compassion and reflecting on their lives. They weren’t asking about the wonders of this universe we find ourselves in. They weren’t asking themselves why they were the lucky ones to live on Earth in the first place.

But, yes, they were interested in making more money and searching for happiness in things that never lasted. Even their aspiration to gain heaven was motivated by a hope to experience pleasure and freedom from pain. Bt they forgot that heaven was now. What happens in the future is beyond our control. It’s only now that we can change the world. It’s only now that we can change ourselves. And, yes, I gradually became the adult I feared to become as a child. True, I tended to more open to different people because, I myself, had been judged simply for being different. Yet, many of those early attachments that I hoped to never acquire, I did acquire. So, I can’t really judge.

I may choose to go deeper into my past but I am restricted by time and space.I just wanted to share these memories as I keep growing in self-awareness. As I said in early posts, I am now on a journey of self-discovery. I am engaging more in Buddhist practice. I feel a sense of peace and happiness that I can’t really express using language. But, it’s there and it’s changing my life. For the better. I don’t expect for you to understand and I certainly don’t write to convert anyone to Buddhism and to take up a daily practice of meditation and mindfulness. I am just writing after reflecting on my own experience of life. At that, my experience of life is very limited when compared to the what one can experience in the longest of human lifetimes. It is also infinitesimal if you compare it to the age of the cosmos. But, yet, as insignificant as it might be, this life is really the only thing I have.

I end this entry here hoping. Hoping that tomorrow will come. That I will be still alive tomorrow. That the Earth will be here tomorrow. That those around me are still there with me. But there’s always the possibility of change. A change that isn’t necessarily bad but, at times, also necessary if we are to continue living. Yet, tomorrow remains only a hope and whether you’re a believer or non-believer, we all hold an irrational faith in a tomorrow.

A Reflection on Motherhood

Insome parts of the world, May is a month when motherhood is celebrated. This is the case in Malta (my country). Perhaps it’s obvious to state that everyone is here alive because he or she had a mother to conceive him/her.. I have thought a bit about the significance of this fact and as I meditated over the meaning of motherhood, I realised how much I had taken for granted and how really little did I appreciate having a mother in the first place. I also realised that, in spite of the many ways we separate ourselves from each other, we all have or had a mother in our lives.

When I thought about what the meaning of motherhood was to me, I realised that I can never truly understand what this actually is like. True, every mother experiences motherhood in her own way. However, as I’m a man, I can only go so far in my understanding of that experience. In addition, as a man, I can never aspire to be a mother. In fact, a prerequisite of being a mother is that you’re also a women. When I think about it, I find that it’s rather odd that in monotheistic religions, God is usually given masculine characteristics. Yet, I wonder whether this was the logical choice. And, if you look at ancient religions, we discover the cult of the Mother goddess. After all, aren’t we born out of mothers? Mothers, who are without exception, also women? Shouldn’t it then follow that God is primarily a woman as He is one who gives life and loves unconditionally?

I will not go into that debate today. It’s just that I feel rather embarrassed when I think how many men before me and to come assume that being a man entitles them to a certain superiority. When, I have come to realise that men and women should be equal and while physiologically we’re different, one sex isn’t superior to another but complementary to each other. Indeed, we come to the world because there was once a man and a woman who willingly or unwillingly united together on an intimate level..


Why did I include “unwilling” unions in the sentence before? This is because not all of us are the fruits of a loving relationship and may be the fruits of rape. Others may be abandoned by their mothers soon after they are born. And, sadly, some are even killed before they are even born. Aren’t these children of less value than others? I feel that we tend to think of mothers in an idealised way and forgetting that they are human beings who commit mistakes as well. Indeed, it takes a lot of sacrifice to become a mother and take care of your children. I don’t say this to diminish the status of mothers but, as I reflect on my own perceptions of mothers, I have a tendency to forget that not everyone might have a positive experience of their mother - if at all. And the mothers and the children living in difficult situations are often labelled or judged before they have a chance to know who they are. This is regretful but it happens. We risk closing our minds to an idea of motherhood that doesn't reflect the reality. In so doing, we invariably diminish the value of others who fall short of fitting in with our biased views on what motherhood means. Here, I have to thank my mother for giving me life but the many women in my life who provided me with guidance and understanding. Women who, in spite of being biologically unrelated helped me throughout my love with love and compassion without expecting anything in return. These too, in one way or another, were like mothers to me.

on Mother’s Day”. Indeed, you don’t have to be a mother in the biological sense to be a mother. Indeed, “motherhood” goes beyond biology but can also mean to be there for someone. To take care of the needs of another person when they’re young or vulnerable. It is to be there for someone else and love another unconditionally. Inn fact,, there were many women in my life who have also been like mothers to me. And, even if we might think of mothers in a limited way, these women had also an important role to play in our lives.

But, my mother remains the person who brought me to the world. She's the one who was here in my early childhood. Unfortunately, as I grew up and sought more autonomy, my relationship somehow started weakening. It's a phase we all go through as adolescents I guess. And, even

today, we may forget that if it wasn't for our mothers, we wouldn't be here. And even if we may not know who our mother is or were rejected by our mothers at some point in our life, we can appreciate that another human being brought us to the world. It's too easy to judge mothers who reject their children. But, even if it's not something pleasant, our mothers may thought this was best for us. I know I lack experience but, I feel, that some actions that may be misguided are too quickly judged as irresponsible or downright wrong.

As I end this post, I admit that I need to work on my relationship with my mother. I have taken her for granted. And, it's important to keep my heart open. For, it may be difficult, but it's necessary.

For today, she may be here. But, tomorrow, who knows? Indeed, only today can I really express my appreciation for giving me life and for being here for me.

Tomorrow may be too late.

Star Gazer: Commentary

In my last post, I composed the first haiku for this blog. The haiku entitled “Star Gazer” sought to capture that sense of awe and wonder that a young boy feels on looking at the night sky. It also suggests that the boy feels alone and insignificant in relation to the universe. This haiku emerged out of a meditation on our position in the universe. It’s also semi-autobiographical, as I still have a memory of me as a young boy observing the night sky as an amateur astronomer. Here, I don’t intend to engage into any extensive analysis but I aim this commentary to encourage thought and reflection on the meaning that can be inferred from this haiku.

Let’s look at the first line:

Stars light up the night

This line introduces the setting for the haiku. If you consider the nature of stars and how they appear to us on Earth, you might be forgiven for thinking that they are small specks of light. But, our knowledge about the stars has meant that we know that stars are massive bodies that reside many light years away. In this reality, are we that great as a human race? Shouldn’t we be more humble when we’re so small and powerless in comparison to the strong forces that we find in the universe?

a boy stares above in awe

This second line evokes a sense of wonder expressed particularly by children. Until we grow older, we can still look at the world around us with fresh eyes. Unfortunately, when we grow older, we grow attached to a rigid outlook and lose the ability of perceiving life as it is. In a sense,we build barriers between us and separate people from us on the basis of divergent characteristics - thus failing to recognize our shared humanity and co-dependence.]]

If we're all alone

The last line is structured as if it was a question but it is framed as a statement. There is a certain feeling of uncertainty and doubt as we contemplate our existence in relation to the universe. The point here is that, in spite of the immensity of the universe, which should increase the likelihood of alien life, we are still alone - even if there is also the possibility of an alien life, it seems that there is no other one out there. But, in truth, civilisations have implicitly believed in what are, at first glance, not alien life forms. Of course, I’m talking about God, angels and other divine beings. While we don’t usually regard these beings, if they exist, as alien, they fulfil the non-Earthly attributes of the idea of an alien. While it would be considered heretical to call the divine aliens, the reality is that if these beings exist, then there’s no reason why they can’t be considered aliens. I could argue that point no end I guess but as we come to end of my commentary, there is an equally seriousness about the aloneness of the human species. While I am no stranger to feeling like an outsider, everyone of us risks becoming an alien or stranger to ourselves and to others.

Conclusion

There’s no doubt that the universe compels us to ask a lot of questions about our existence, origins and position in the cosmos. I feel humbled and somewhat lucky for being here, of being alive. Like that boy who used to spend nights observing the night sky, I still wonder why I am here today. What is my purpose here? I still ask what will become of me after my life ends. And it will end. It’s when I think of all the things that I cannot understand and will probably never will in this lifetime that I regret the many times I took life for granted. For whether you believe or not, there’s no doubt that our lives are unique. And about what happens to us after death, well perhaps we will also become a star lighting the night sky. But now, I will do my best to live a good life.