It is quite difficult to cease reading the profoundly thought-provoking
The Book of Understanding by
Osho for a short while, but you gotta do what you gotta do, right? My writing mind has been throbbing, aching to share a sort of epiphany that pierced through my brain on my recent visit to a bakery near my home.
Inside the relatively small establishment, I was suddenly enthralled by the beauty of the creations displayed there. The experience was kind of peculiar since I had been there so many times but never felt the same way before. The cakes I saw imbued me with a very strong and deep feeling of appreciation and admiration; it was as if I was about to weep tears of joy for the wonderful works, created with an incredibly high level of precision and dedication.
Marvelous! Perfection! Masterpieces! The feeling was so overwhelming that, had the baker(s) been present right in front of me, I would probably have commended them directly.
But then, my mind made a shocking, sudden turn, swerving into another dimension. What is the meaning of all of these? It felt as though poignancy was starting to sprout in my soul. All the grandeur the cakes were carrying, is it really something that people can enjoy? Is it something that can genuinely satisfy someone to their very core? These fancy products can certainly be purchased by those with enough money, but can these items really form bona fide smiles in their receivers?
In the same place, I noticed that there was a little girl accompanied with who I believe was her dad. Apparently, she was buying a birthday cake for her mom, uttering to the cashier the birthday greeting to be written on it. Judging from their appearance, they were not a part of the affluent, probably getting a cake that was cheaper than most of what were on offer. However, there was one thing catching my attention: her attitude. She seemed so genuinely happy to be able to buy the cake for her mom. While the cake might not be of the exquisite kind, she felt full, complete, overflowing with bliss originating from her desire to make her mom happy on her birthday. (And I believe her mom would be really happy and grateful for the birthday present as well.)
Then, I answered my own question. Life is how you view it. Luxury can mean nothing, simplicity can mean everything. Pursue what makes genuine happiness bloom in your heart. That's the lesson from the bakery.
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