It is difficult, this thing called life. Subtle aspiration and crude ambition confuse and confound. Choices abound. Better this, better that. What can be acquired, what can be got. There is no end to the possibilities. Oh the temptation of it all.
But behind it all, the barely whispered option of the the right choice. The right action to do. How difficult it is!
To ignore the short term. To put oneself in the eye of the storm. To step into the abyss.
Because it is the right thing to do. The thing that would aid your fellow men. To build and to make. To craft something beautiful out of all that is crude and mundane. To attempt. To push the boundaries within. To quell that which says enough. To silence that which asks for more.
The labyrinth of life has but a simple key. To act selflessly. To look beyond pragmatism. How simple, yet how elusive this magic.
The unseen act of generosity. To craft the sublime in anonymity. To perform acts of heroism with no audience.
Unerring are the laws of Karma. Actions seen and unseen, conscious or deliberate, each is weighed, assessed and rewarded.
These obstinately obscure guidelines they choose to call Dharma.