I am of the nature to grow old.
There is no way to escape growing old.
I am of the nature to have ill health.
There is no way to escape having ill health.
I am of the nature to die.
There is no way to escape death.
All that is dear to me and everyone I love are of the nature of change.
There is no way to escape being separated from them.
My deeds are my closest companions.
I am the beneficiary of my deeds.
My deeds are the ground on which I stand.
Zoals ik laatst in een kort(ig) moment van vertwijfeling uitriep:
Oh god, if buddhism just wasn't so goddamn sensible! Enfin, vandaag maar weer eens mijn best doen om aardig voor anderen en mezelf te zijn.
