I wish…

Speaking for myself I find that when I wish, I’m wishing for the impossible or for things I have no intention of changing, or have no power to change.

Such wishing creates suffering.

Letting go is a dying and all death should be mourned. There is a time for everything. a time to mourn the loss of wishes, in mourning we find our freedom, we let go of that which has passed.

Life progress without wishes you don’t need them especially if they are unhelpful.

Joy is never lost if it is experienced, it’s the grasping onto those moments that hinders are ability to experience them.

Lost only because we cannot let them go. You can lough or cry at the irony. How can you not do both.

Appeal to a “better day” is nothing more then something we say when we have nothing to say.
The next moment may or may not be better. the point is not that it be better but that the next moment arrives. Why should it be more?

Most people never bother to define what better would be, is it no wonder they don’t find it.
Then there is the paradox what is better one moment is worse in the next, experienced as joy by this person pain for another.
No, there is no reason to attach our experiences to this thing called better.

If you look deep within both sadness and happiness are there, and you are neither.

You can be identified with sadness or you can be identified with happiness.
When you are identified with happiness, sadness is suppressed; when you are identified with sadness, happiness is suppressed — both are two aspects of the same coin; and you are the master. The coin is in your hand; you are not the coin at all.