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| Mosaic/mural in the Mission/Castro district of SF |
Consider these things:
- I cannot remember going hungry a single day of my life
- I was assured a K-12 education and due to my grades & support from my family was able to go to a private, high ranking university for my Bachelors degree
- I have never been physically or sexually assaulted by anyone
- I grew up in a family and community that allowed my to explore my own ideas and beliefs and that did not force me to take on theirs
I mention my age because I know that I say all of this from the relative perspective of youth. I have a lot of living to do and I expect there will be challenges and experiences that I struggle with in the future. As terrifying as it is, there is one bullet point above that I can never be sure will remain true. And as one gets older and more entrenched in this world, the opportunities for grief and injury grow more real.
I am also aware that I began looking at this koan from perhaps the opposite perspective that my mother did. While she thought of the struggle of the individual experience through the story of the moth, I thought of the massive struggle of human and women's rights. So, having stood upon my soapbox and reminded us all of what we may often forget, I have decided to look at this koan from a more personal lens in my next few posts and really explore struggle within my life experience.
