Chanting for Happiness
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September / October 2004
Eliza Thomas Utne magazine
Now that I am reaching the quarter-century mark, though, I have
less energy to rebel against my parents' resolute benefit-spotting
and blessing-counting. Being obstinate and obnoxious was
age-appropriate behavior at 13, but at 24, and struggling to cobble
my way in the world, I am not about to turn up my nose at a dose of
self-empowering optimism. Nor am I willing to sacrifice my
happiness for the satisfaction of proving my parents wrong. I
realize now that there are worse parental vices than enthusiasm. My
parents gave me the key to creating positive change in the world,
and believe me, when I am driving on a windy, icy mountain road in
a snowstorm, I am chanting Nam-myoho-renge-kyo, and I am
not smirking.
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The first 18 years of my life were framed by my parents'
prayers, and since I left home I have felt buoyed by the power of
their intention. As idealistic as it may be, I would not deny that
there is something encouraging about being included in my parents'
wish to 'wrap the world in shoten zenjin' (protective
forces). And, admittedly, my life, from my conception on that
fateful day on Martha's Vineyard (too rainy for the beach), has
been good. As a fortune baby, cradled in the arms of my parents'
focused intent, I had the luxury to take good fortune for granted.
But as my adult path becomes less certain, I find myself drawing
confidence from the navigation techniques I've inherited, and I am
grateful. Undoubtedly, this is a benefit my mother and father have
been chanting for all along.
Eliza Thomas is an editorial intern at Utne.
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