Word 064
In the southern part of Nara city, tucked quietly among residential streets, stands Daian-ji — an ancient temple that was once counted among the greatest in the land during the Nara period, rivaling even Todai-ji in stature. Today, its grounds are modest, wrapped in trees and unhurried stillness.
Visiting early in the morning, one notices that the stone-paved path has already been swept. Fallen leaves lie neatly at the edges. Around the base of the plum tree in front of the main hall, the soil has been carefully weeded by someone's hand.
There are no grand ceremonies, no crowds. Yet each morning, someone moves — quietly, steadily. That daily repetition is what keeps this place alive.
It is in the 'process' that life's true richness lies.
Of course, results and accomplishments are not unnecessary.
But the process is everyday life itself — and therefore, life itself.
Results and accomplishments are but a moment.
The very next moment, a new process has already begun.
A result is just one scene within a long journey. The very next moment, you are already walking again. It is those continuing steps — one after another — that give shape to your life.