While looking through a book titled This Incredible World: The Wonder of Being Alive published by Norcross Books I read this poem by Walt Whitman:
Why, who makes much of a miracle?
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sights over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or sit at table at dinner with the rest,
Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon,
Or animals feeding in the fields,
Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring;
The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.
To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same.
To me the sea is a continual miracle,
What stranger miracles are there?
This really spoke to me. It made me think of Albert Einstein’s famous quote which said: “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”
It becomes clear that how we view the world, we walk and move in, is a matter of simple choice. Michael A Singer in The Unteathered Soul said this: “Do you want to be happy, or do you not want to be happy? It’s really that simple.” Isn’t that really the bottom line?
The Buddha taught us that it is human nature to suffer, but just because that is our natural, or you might even say our default position, that can not mean we are unable to rise above that norm.
Also in The Unteathered Soul Singer stated: “The highest spiritual path is life itself. If you know how to live daily life, it all becomes a liberating experience.” What is the point of life if we can’t learn to rise above our default, natural behaviors?
We have a choice, we can claim that it is just human nature to suffer or we can decide that we are going to take all that life throws at us and recognize it for the miracle it is. Who can possibly find time to suffer when they are busy naming the very air they breathe “miraculous?”