We are called to resist viewing ourselves as consumers or as commodities. We are called to savor the process of our own slow, patient development, instead of suffering in an enervated, anxious state over our value and our popularity. We are called to view our actions as important, with or without consecration by forces beyond our control. We are called to plant these seeds in our world: to dare to tell every living soul that they already matter, that their seemingly mundane lives are a slowly unfolding mystery, that their small choices and acts of generosity are vitally important.
Here is how you will start: You will recognize that you are not headed for some imaginary finish line, some state of “best”ness that will finally bring you peace. You will see that you are as much of a miracle as Mozart was. You will remember that bit of advice lurking inside one of Shirley Jackson’s dark novels: “Somewhere, deep inside you, hidden by all sorts of fears and worries and petty little thoughts, is a clean pure being made of radiant colors.” You will feel this and know it in your heart and pass this feeling along to the people around you. You will breathe in this moment — this imperfect, uncertain, not-quite-right, heavenly moment.
You will say to yourself, “It is enough.” And it will be.
Wabi-sabi is being comfortable with the passing of time and the impermanence of things and people and as Koren so beautifully puts it: 'All comes to nothing in the end. Everything wears down. The planets and the stars, even intangibles like reputation, family heritage, historical memory, scientific theorems, mathematical proofs, great art and literature - all eventually fade into oblivion and nonexistence." In its acceptance of the inevitable, Koran says, wabi-sabi ' forces us to contemplate our own impermanence, our mortality, stirs a bittersweet comfort since we know all existence shares the same fate.' (p. 85)
“When I run after what I think I want, my days are a furnace of distress and anxiety, if I sit in my own place of patience, what I need flows to me, and without any pain, from this, I understand that what I want also wants me, and is looking for me and attracting me, there’s a great secret in this for all who can grasp it.”
“Even our failure matters. A failed star shines brighter than a coherent one because a failed star has burst its guts into the universe, and become stardust—come into our skin, and made us human. It doesn’t end with you, it doesn’t end with me.”
You live through that little piece of time that is yours, but that piece of time is not only your own life, it is the summing-up of all the other lives that are simultaneous with yours... What you are is an expression of History.