In two months, I will be over 75 years old, and my life has not yet come to an end, but it has begun to enter the twilight years. Recalling the past years, that bit by bit, are all the road traveled, the sweat left behind, ups and downs, vicissitudes, sometimes joy and sometimes bleak. But every moment will pass, both a cloud of smoke and a trace. Buddhists say that all kinds of things are in Alaya’s consciousness; just like in modern computers, life is stored in the cloud.
Some people say that people have a destiny. Yes, fate is given to us by God, but fate is created by man himself. With the free will God gave us, with the right to choose, each person chooses a different path. There are choices in life all the time, but when you are 75 years old, you don’t need to choose anymore, you can rest assured. Don’t force people to do what they like when they are old. As long as they are worthy of their hearts, they can feel at ease.
An elder said, “There are hundreds of people, all kinds of people.” Really, everyone is really different, with different positions, different ideologies, different knowledge, and different self-cultivation, which will lead to various results. Between people, between people and things, between people and things is our life. However, if people realize that with kindness and tolerance, all the contradictions in life will be no more than mere hoops.
If the past of life is said to be like a dream, and if the present is real, it will only create a dream that follows. For the ego, the future is endless, but for the cosmic self, there are tens of billions of years or even longer. Our hundred years of years are like a grain of quantum, hundreds of billions of times smaller than the grain of sand in the Ganges of India. The open-mindedness of people is to see their own smallness.
When we see poverty in Africa, wars in the Middle East, wars in Russia and Ukraine, and the crisis in the Taiwan Strait, maybe this is fate, but it depends on human beings. This is God’s gift to us – human choice.
75 years old is about to pass, it is a page that is about to be turned, it is a dream, it is an illusion, but it is stored in the cloud.