Sometimes life can feel like one big test that we forgot to revise for. There is always something, somewhere to test us it seems. Whether it’s an obnoxious stranger testing our tolerance, a difficult colleague trying our understanding, a tantrum-ing child testing our patience after a long day at work has already whittled it, our own self-doubt testing our belief, or memories of the past testing our forgiveness. And quite often, it seems, we find we just don’t have the answers we need.
However, a test is usually something we cram for and then end up forgetting about. We congratulate ourselves that we got through it and feel thankful that we don’t have to go through it again. But life isn’t always like that. Things often repeat. So instead of seeing these things as tests, I prefer to treat them as lessons and revision sessions.
I don’t know if there’s a big examination hall waiting for us in the sky, or whether some will remain behind for detention in hot, dark basement rooms; perhaps we’ll reach the end and automatically re-enroll for another term, like the Buddhist concept of Saṃsāra, where we’ll keep learning, term after term, until we reach enlightenment.
I treat these daily challenges as lessons, not tests, because I don’t think we ever stop learning. And each time, I hope I can learn something new so I can better understand the next lesson.
Whether there’s a big exam waiting for us or not, I really don’t want to reach the end of my term and discover I didn’t pay enough attention in class.
In response to daily prompt: Test