In our grey, prosaic existence, we experience few surprises.
Life is about survival, about managing our full, loaded program. Much of what we do is without meaning.
The miner of diamonds could serve as a symbol of our daily life: he mines, bucket after bucket of gravel, washes it and spreads it out. Often days pass without any significant find. But then, one day, it is there: the precious stone is found.
Our grey existence, we think, offers us little if anything. The best of our days we are digging gravel, working hard to fill bucket after bucket with unattractive, uninteresting stuff.
Other than the miner, though, we often have given up on finding the diamond, let alone watching out for it.
It is a challenge to remain alert, to seek, to desire. Only the few find the valuable little stone. In our greyness, in our worries, even in our pain, we have to consciously look for the small moments which makes life beautiful. It is that one, small, sometimes infinitely small find which brings joy and makes life worthwhile.
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