Happy Feet
Jan 31 2022
I suppose the ideal way to be in this world
is to want nothing.
But we are ruled by desire.
We are attached to things
outcomes
lies,
those we tell to others
as well as those we tell ourselves.
But we not only want for nothing
we have too much.
And when there is no such luxury?
What basic needs remain
when all the fat has been cut,
the illusions
that offered comfort
no longer serve?
The mystics and poets
and sensitive souls
might say purpose
love
belonging.
A more practical sort would settle
for food and warmth.
But I think of the homeless man
who hungers for sleep,
impossible
on cold hard streets
or the mean cacophony of shelters.
Who's in desperate need
of new socks,
instead of thin soup
and earnest prayers.
So, is the secret to happiness
warm dry feet?
Not Lamborghinis
or fancy clothes.
Not status or celebrity.
Just gratitude
for a good night's sleep,
and happy feet
waking up tomorrow.
Not an original notion, of course. The Buddha understood that want and attachment created unhappiness. What modern prosperity has taught us is that having too much can create even more unhappiness: the disillusion, purposelessness, and guilt it brings.
I read this about the plight of homeless (or, as the euphemism has it these days, the "unhoused"). How hard sleep is, yet such an essential thing for mental and physical health. And how there is a great unmet need for the simplest thing: warm dry socks. So there are legitimate wants: the foundational necessities that make life possible. And absolutely no reason for most of us to want for gratitude.
And perhaps a good lesson for us all: that we should always carry with us a new pair of thick cozy socks to give to the next homeless person we meet.
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