Practicing inspiration everywhere - today offered a "Life IS the Baghavad Gita " moment. Rushing to a meeting at Sony, I told my cab driver I was late. He lamented the same.
I said , "What are you late for - shift change?"
"No," he replied. "I gotta go fight a ticket."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that", I said, thinking about how his job depends on his ability to drive.
He said, "Don't be sorry, it's just PLAYING THE GAME. You gotta just love playing the game."
Right on, brother. I thought about all the little games at play in my life, and suddenly none of them seemed so onerous, nor were their outcomes so meaningful. Carrying a notion of playing them feels so much better than the vauge sense of getting played.
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