The worst thing is looking back with regret, having left undone what should be done, having done what should not be done, having wasted one's time, having learned nothing, having gained zip, youth spent, none the wiser, and no closer to enlightenment (bodhi) or freedom (nirvana).
It's like Pink Floyd sings in that famous song on constant repeat in Asia. All shoestring travelers hear it at hippie hangouts and hostels. Y'know the one: "Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day, you fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way. Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town waiting for..."
If that's the worst thing, then a very good thing is to stand here, project to that time in the future, look back, feel how much it sucks, and avoid it! You're young, life is long, and there is time enough today. But then there's that other line, the problem: "waiting for someone or something to show you the way," The Path, the thing no one lets us know unless we seek it out.
I suppose we always thought we'd find it ourselves. Teacher? We don't need no stinking teacher! Hey, teacher, leave us all alone, ah, but that's another song.
|Surya namaskar, yoga's "sun salutation" pose, seen here around Stonehenge monument.|
|Dhammapada (Dharma Path)|
- [20: (Verse 283) The meaning of this injunction is: "Cut down the forest of lust, but do not mortify the body."]
|Free Summer Buddhist Meditation Retreat, June 30, 2018, Los Angeles (DMI)|