It means shouldering responsibility and hardship for no other reason than it’s the right thing to do. To accept your place in this realm of being the Yang counterbalance to Nature’s entropic Yen force.
It means commitment to “other”, over and above one’s self. That commitment might be to family, tribe, nation, or a higher power. Preferably all.
It means striving for satisfaction (fulfilment) versus chasing happiness. Or evading pain and sorrow.
From a bedrock of satisfaction, the fleeting feelings of happiness and sorrow will naturally come and go. And from this bedrock, the tidal ebb and flow of these emotions are easily weathered. Just passing seasons; shifts in the breeze. No chasing; no avoidance.
To be a warrior in the garden is to embrace and master every vile, heinous, and unimaginable act. Accepting responsibility for unleashing that evil to counter greater evil; possessing the strength to keep it sheathed otherwise. And being wise and virtuous enough to know the difference. Unmoved by temptation that would have you leverage that power for personal gain.
These, too, are the qualities of the meek. There is no virtue in weakness. Virtue lay in the ability to reek hell and destruction, but effortlessly choosing to do otherwise.
The meeked warrior graciously accepts his role in “the garden”. Butcher, baker, or candlestick maker. Chop wood; carry water. You are like a tiger lying in wait. The calm before the storm.
And the hardest of all for the ego to accept is this: your time may never come. Your resistance to the ticks and drips of entropy may seem small; meaningless. Know that this is but one realm of many. Everything is preparation. Small tests along the path.
All this time
The Sun never says to the Earth,
“You owe me.”
With a love like that,
It lights the whole sky.
Heal thyself, harden thyself, change the world –