Walking the Wall

I heard someone on television make a comment about the fact that
people’s lives are made up of things that are, and things that should
be. And that rarely, those two things come together and what is
actually is what should be–and that we should grab onto those moments
because they are precious. This made me think about the Wheel of
Fortune, for some reason–and I’m not talking about Merv Griffin’s
wheel either. Around the Renaissance era, the idea of the Wheel of Fortune was a popular one and is certainly a recurring theme in some of Shakespeare’s tragedies. That we are all bound by Fate or Fortune
to the wheel of life and can’t get off of it until we die. We can be at
the bottom of the wheel, but you shouldn’t despair as you would be
moving up soon, and conversely, if you were at the top, don’t get too
comfortable because you’ll be at the bottom soon enough. But, in all
the turns of the wheel, there are those moments of peace or of surety
that this place is where you should be at this time–being places. I
guess that is what reminded me of the wheel. I think that it is
interesting that in Buddhism, they have a wheel as well called the wheel of life,
and that according to the Doctrine of Three Wheels, it is important to
get three turns on the wheel, once for hearing, once for understanding,
and finally for internalizing. I love the number three because it works
on so many levels, but that is another topic entirely. I think that the
highs and lows are important to hear life and to begin to understand
life, but it is those in between states when everything meshes and life
simply is…right…that’s the third turn of the wheel moment when we
can internalize and start to grasp that it isn’t really about “what is”
VERSUS “what should be”, but rather that what is IS what should be
irregardless.