Man, that Dalai Lama said a mouthful, right?
I like to imagine some new monk, forgetting himself after the D.L. drops one of these pearls of wisdom and saying that: "Damn, Your Holiness, you said a mouthful!" (Of course, he would have said it in Tibetan.) I also imagine the Dalai Lama would have laughed really hard. When I think of it, I feel like almost all the pictures I've ever seen of him he's either laughing or smiling.
I look back over my life and can clearly see how some of the things I wanted would have been a horrible, epic disaster had I gotten them.
Which then leads me to reconsider what I want today -- although to be fair to myself, what I want today is substantively different from what I used to want with all my heart -- or think I wanted. You know what I mean.
But then this also moves me to more deeply embrace the idea that things really do work out for the best.
It's just that sometimes the best can take a while to play out.
They're like the back-up singers in the song of your life in recovery.
Without them your music sounds a little thin.
With them, you're in harmony.