For a long time, I thought about contemplative practice, but never really committed to it.
“I don’t have time for that,” I told myself.
Then some time ago, I began to think about this differently by considering two things.
1) Life is short – like, wildly short – even in the best case scenarios.
And 2) if contemplative practice is how I am going to (slowly, day by day) begin to see people as they truly are, witness the sacramentality of life, not be reactive and ego-driven… if I am going to do any of this… I don’t have any time to lose.
Put a different way, from the perspective of my short lifespan, the “that” that I don’t have time for is putting off contemplative practice, the cultivation of solitude, the expansion of awareness.
That is what I don’t have time for. I don’t have time for avoidance.