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Expectation, Aspiration and Hope.
Expectation – what suffering there is in that!
The self likes to be in control. It likes to know what’s going
to happen. It needs to feel safe, secure. And there, of course,
lies its underbelly of weakness. We expect the summers to be sunny.
We expect a pay rise. We expect to go on holiday. We expect friends
to help us. Mothers expect babies. And we expect spiritual progress
from our practice. The list is forever. Expectation assumes, presumes,
takes for granted. It’s a manifestation of arrogance.
Expectation is bound to fail us one way or another for it projects
an ideal, a concrete goal on the future whose parameters we don’t
know. We simply don’t know what is going to happen. So when
our expectation fails to materialise we are disappointed, depressed
by it. ‘Things aren’t going my way!’ Suddenly
my job’s gone. Did I really expect it to last for the whole
of my life – especially these days? Did I really expect not
to fall ill? Did I really expect this relationship to last for ever?’
Unfortunately, if our expectation does come mainly to manifest,
then, of course, we’re happy. ‘I told you so! I knew
it was going to happen!’ But that just increases our sense
of being in control, being able to predict. More pride, more hubris
and then the fall. Consider the dictators of the last century. The
tragic-comic figure of Saddam Hussein. A life that rests on expectation
is forever falling into ditches.
The Bodhisatta also sat dejected by the road. All the practice,
all the mortifications he had done, all had been of no avail. Then
on the seat of his awakening beneath the Bodhi tree, the arrogance
manifested. Mara comes with his hoards. Who was he to sit there
and find the end of suffering? Only by virtue of his generosity,
that he was doing it also for the benefit of others, was the Great
Doubt dispelled. Lucky for us!
Consider how many times we’ve been disappointed in our lives.
Such is the measure of expectation. Enough of expectation, then!
Aspiration is a lovely word. Its root is the same as respiration.
‘To breathe towards.’ Breath is not concretised. It’s
ethereal. Aspiration does not expect, assume, presume. It does not
have a success time or finishing date. Yet it espouses beautiful
aims and objectives. It has a nobility, a dignity about it. One
aspires to produce art, to assist others, to shape the future. An
artist, a nurse, a politician (no cynicism please!). And of course
one aspires to be liberated, to be awakened.
Aspiration does not presume fulfilment, does not presume on others.
It is simply a movement in the mind, a desire for the wise, the
beautiful and the virtuous. An inclination towards a goal. And that’s
how the Buddha expressed it. We should ‘incline towards Nibbana’.
And so aspiration gathers all the necessary qualities and support
to move in that direction.
Aspiration is humble. Not the false humility of a prideful self.
‘Well, I’m going to try, but I may not be up to it.’
A cover to prevent the humiliation of failure in others’ eyes.
Genuine humility is that groundedness that comes with seeing life
not as success and failure, but as trial and error. If things don’t
work out, well, at least I know what is not for me. It clarifies
future action. Many westerners join the Sangha with great commitment
and faith, only to find it is not the right lifestyle for them.
Their time in the order will not have been wasted.
Hope, I am using here in a special way. It is usually a humbler
word than expectation. It expresses an uncertainty, a hesitation.
‘I hope she gets better.’ ‘I hope I get the job.’
It is often a well-wishing, a prayer. But here I am pointing to
something more certain. To a Dhamma joy. It is a quality of mudita
often translated as sympathetic joy, but this misses the point of
joy in oneself, such as the joy that comes from knowing we live
virtuous lives.
Here hope is the joy of knowing there is a future arrival, a completion,
as when the doctor tells us that the illness will pass. This hope
in future liberation comes even when we become intellectually convinced
of the Path. Everything seems to make sense. Life is profoundly
meaningful. There will be a fulfilment. But this hope is poor hope
compared to the joyful hope that arises in someone who, through
the practice, begins to experience the path and sees clearly how
it leads out of delusion into the light of wisdom, out of the quagmire
of suffering and dissatisfaction into the meadows of happiness and
contentment. How deeper then is the soft joy of hope in someone
who has entered the Path, the Stream-enterer, the One Who Knows
by direct experience the bliss of Nibbana! Such hope of future liberation
is unwavering, undilutable. They know that some day they will join
the legion of arahants. There hope will meld into the contentment
and happiness of one who ‘has lived the Holy Life and reached
the true gaol’.
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