I hadn’t noticed that it had started raining.
But as I looked out the window I felt myself tighten in exactly the same way as I would react to something truly god-awful.
And it was just water falling out of the sky.
I thought about how unhelpful it was to react this way to something as commonplace and benign as rain.
And how many other rain-reactions do we have?
How many “oh shit” tensing up moments do we have each day, to what amounts to water falling from the sky?
Maybe we could start by not expecting that it will alway be sunny.
The wise will start each day with the thought, “Fortune gives us nothing which we can really own.”… We live in the middle of things which have all been destined to die. Mortal have you been born, to mortals you have given birth. Reckon on everything, expect everything.