Every morning following my Buddhist practice and silent prayers, I read a short bit of daily encouragement from my book Buddhism Day By Day. Today’s piece of wisdom was especially moving for me.
“By changing our inner state of mind, we can change any suffering or hardship into a source of joy, regarding it as a means for forging and developing our lives. To turn even sorrow into a source of creativity–this is the way of life of a Buddhist.” –Daisaku Ikeda
Even though we may detest whatever hardship we are experiencing in the moment, our suffering from said hardship is the catalyst for making the necessary changes we may need to create a better life for ourselves. Each and every obstacle provides an opportunity to change and grow. Without these experiences, our lives would stagnate.
Inside each of us is an artist, and life is like the canvas upon which we create.
by Edgar Guest
Sunshine and shadow and laughter and tears, These are forever the paints of the years, Splashed on the canvas of life day by day, We are the artists, the colors are they. We are the painters, the pigments we use Never we’re wholly permitted to choose. Grief with its gray tint and joy with its red Come from life’s tubes to be blended and spread.
Here at the easel, the brushes at hand, Each for a time is permitted to stand. White was the canvas when first we began, Ready to picture the life of a man. Now we are splashing the pigments about, Knowing the reds and blues must give out, Soon we must turn to the dull hues and gray, Painting the sorrows that darken the way.
Now with the sunshine and now with the shade Slowly but surely the picture is made. Even the gray tints with beauty may glow Recalling the joy of the lost long ago. Let me not daub it with doubt and despair, Deeds that are hasty, unkind and unfair, But when the last bit of pigment is dried Let me look back at my canvas with pride.