When I wipe the sink with a PVA cloth, not a single drop of water remains. "Perfect!" I think to myself—only to find new drops falling a few minutes later.
Those water drops, appearing again and again, are like our endless bonpu desires. Instead of chasing perfection and getting frustrated, I find it easier to smile and say, "Well, I’m just a bonpu," and wipe it away. That way, my heart feels refreshed too.
日本語版note
：拭いても現れる水滴と、凡夫のこころ
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