Twenty Years Old- A Reflection
Twenty Years Old- A Reflection
Today I am twenty, and tomorrow I will be 40, the day after I will be 60, the day after 80, then probably dead. I have lived about one fourth of my life. With every breath we are dying. 20 years went by so fast; the rest of my life will be the same way. The Buddha said that life is as long as a single breath. And it makes sense to me, because all around me I see the phases of life. Little kids with not a care in the world, teens hating the world, college students like myself just experiencing the world, middle aged people scared of change, and old people set in habits and scared of death. Then there are the monks and nuns in my school. They radiate a sense of happiness with simplicity. They live every day fully, every breath, mindful, thankful. They are a true inspiration to me, because they accept life, and death. They are fearless hero’s who barely speak with their mouths, but speak volumes with their actions.
So for me, what do I do? In my opinion, life is about service. A catholic Bishop (I think) once said in regards to the question “What is the essential purpose of religion?” His response was “service”. I would expand and say “selfless service to all beings” (animals included). This may be his idea too, I don’t know. I think at 20 years old, now is the time to repent of misdeeds, and reform my bad habits so I can become a truly good and virtuous person. If I can do that, then I can really be of service. Life is about changing our own faults, and never discussing the faults of others. Who has time to worry about whether or not someone else is good or bad? I have enough to do; I should not care about such trivial things. If I could just start seeing others faults really as my own, then no matter what someone did to me I would remain unmoved. In this way, I can then help, or be of service to someone who needs it. This takes practice and patience. Forgive me if this post was unclear and rambling, I just typed and posted.

























