"Mugs? You want to take a theory about mugs and apply it to men?"
"Not mugs. Tea cups. And not some random theory. A buddhist teaching. To see a teacup as already broken. I mean, I'm bound to drop this cup one day. Or lose it. Or give it away. Nothing in life is permanent. There is no point getting attached. I can not live in fear of breaking it. I don't want to 'protect' the fragile thing at all times. I realize it is going to break someday, and I make my peace with it"
"So you're being indifferent to it? If you've already lost it - or at any rate, are eventually going to lose it - why would you care. You are going to fling it around in the wrong notion that it has to break anyway?"
"On the contrary. I don't store it in bubble wrap and packing nuts but neither do I play fetch with it. Instead, I use it, love it's unique design and shape, appreciate it. Cherish the times I have with it. And when it does shatter, I let it. I feel the sadness and pain of having broken the cup, the memories of all the rainy days; but no regret, because I knew fully well that it had to happen. I will miss the broken cup, but I will allow myself to pick up another one without guilt. And enjoy and cherish that one just as fully."
"Not mugs. Tea cups. And not some random theory. A buddhist teaching. To see a teacup as already broken. I mean, I'm bound to drop this cup one day. Or lose it. Or give it away. Nothing in life is permanent. There is no point getting attached. I can not live in fear of breaking it. I don't want to 'protect' the fragile thing at all times. I realize it is going to break someday, and I make my peace with it"
"So you're being indifferent to it? If you've already lost it - or at any rate, are eventually going to lose it - why would you care. You are going to fling it around in the wrong notion that it has to break anyway?"
"On the contrary. I don't store it in bubble wrap and packing nuts but neither do I play fetch with it. Instead, I use it, love it's unique design and shape, appreciate it. Cherish the times I have with it. And when it does shatter, I let it. I feel the sadness and pain of having broken the cup, the memories of all the rainy days; but no regret, because I knew fully well that it had to happen. I will miss the broken cup, but I will allow myself to pick up another one without guilt. And enjoy and cherish that one just as fully."
"I still maintain that men and fine china are not interchangeable"
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