Awaiting_the_fifth
Where is my mind?
I would like to talk about sport. Playing it and following it. To many people, myself incuded, it is a VERY strong attachment. A large part of buddhism is giving up one's attachments, and I have great trouble giving up this.
In my case it's football. Any supporter will agree that it's all about the highs and lows. My team has the capacity to make me feel fantastic, but usually, they just make me feel terrible.
Last night, Middlesbrough were beaten 2-0 by Swiss team FC Basel. The entire town (who were all watching) went from exuberance to complete misery in about 3 minutes. While most of my friends went out to drown their sorrows, I walked home alone. The sadness in the town was tangible. The girl in Subway was sad, the guy in the 24/7 store was sad, I was sad. It made me wonder. Why do we all do it?
The human mind is a funny thing. It seems to develop incredibly strong attachments to the strangest objects. Certain foods and drinks, alcohol and drugs, people, places, these are understandable attachments, these things can bring us some hapiness, or at least escape, in the short term. But a football team? The chances that a football team will bring anything but disappointment are very small. And yet, in a town of 200,000 people, 36,000 turn up every saturday and often weeknights as well to watch the local team play. We talk and talk about what we COULD win this season, but really, we all know that we won't win anything. It seems almost like we all want to be sad.
Now I consider myself to be a buddhist. In almost every aspect of my life I look for balance and equanimity. I meditate to calm my mind and I honestly never get worked up at work or at home or any time.....exept for a football match.
Standing on the freezing terraces, my cool, meditative mind crumbles quickly. Emotions flow hot and cold. The love of the players who give their all, the distain of the cheating players on the other team, the hate of the gloating away fans when they score a goal and the joy of gloating back at them when we pull one back. The head spins, the mind reels. REFEREE! THAT WAS A FOUL!!! How could he not have seen that, it was so blatant! I have completely forgotten who I am, I am not even an individual any more, now I am just a single cell in the raging organism that is the North Stand. The chanting starts. The songs. Simple songs, usually less than 10 words repeated over and over, but the greatest soul singer in the world has never sung with more feeling.
And in the end, after 90 minutes, I am drained. If we won, I am happy in a way that only another fan could ever understand, and if we lost, desolation.
And still, acknowledging all this, knowing full well how bad this must be for my state of mind, I cannot, nor do I ever want to give it up.
This is a problem.
In my case it's football. Any supporter will agree that it's all about the highs and lows. My team has the capacity to make me feel fantastic, but usually, they just make me feel terrible.
Last night, Middlesbrough were beaten 2-0 by Swiss team FC Basel. The entire town (who were all watching) went from exuberance to complete misery in about 3 minutes. While most of my friends went out to drown their sorrows, I walked home alone. The sadness in the town was tangible. The girl in Subway was sad, the guy in the 24/7 store was sad, I was sad. It made me wonder. Why do we all do it?
The human mind is a funny thing. It seems to develop incredibly strong attachments to the strangest objects. Certain foods and drinks, alcohol and drugs, people, places, these are understandable attachments, these things can bring us some hapiness, or at least escape, in the short term. But a football team? The chances that a football team will bring anything but disappointment are very small. And yet, in a town of 200,000 people, 36,000 turn up every saturday and often weeknights as well to watch the local team play. We talk and talk about what we COULD win this season, but really, we all know that we won't win anything. It seems almost like we all want to be sad.
Now I consider myself to be a buddhist. In almost every aspect of my life I look for balance and equanimity. I meditate to calm my mind and I honestly never get worked up at work or at home or any time.....exept for a football match.
Standing on the freezing terraces, my cool, meditative mind crumbles quickly. Emotions flow hot and cold. The love of the players who give their all, the distain of the cheating players on the other team, the hate of the gloating away fans when they score a goal and the joy of gloating back at them when we pull one back. The head spins, the mind reels. REFEREE! THAT WAS A FOUL!!! How could he not have seen that, it was so blatant! I have completely forgotten who I am, I am not even an individual any more, now I am just a single cell in the raging organism that is the North Stand. The chanting starts. The songs. Simple songs, usually less than 10 words repeated over and over, but the greatest soul singer in the world has never sung with more feeling.
And in the end, after 90 minutes, I am drained. If we won, I am happy in a way that only another fan could ever understand, and if we lost, desolation.
And still, acknowledging all this, knowing full well how bad this must be for my state of mind, I cannot, nor do I ever want to give it up.
This is a problem.