I love the French word ‘misère’ it means poverty or great difficulty.
In card playing when a player is dealt such bad cards that the player plays them openly on the table for everyone to see is also called misère.
This really illustrates the inevitability of bad luck. The acquiescence being an inevitable act.
In one of the psalms I recorded, ‘Prayer of the heart’ the prayer ends with ‘…Deus miserere mei’ where from Latin, it is translated as ´….have mercy on me oh God.´
Suffering needs mercy, in French the word ‘merci’ means thanks. A thank you is a means of acceptance.
Being dealt cards can lead to struggle if we try to trick with them, bluff or win nonetheless. Because we want the result to be different than the inevitable.
We resist not what is present, we do not pretend things can be better.
We ask for mercy because mercy, (of God, the divine, Self) triumphs over judgement.
It is the judgement that leads to suffering. It is the judging of what is, as bad, not good enough, not wanted etc. That leads to resistance and constant ruminating and other mind chatter about how the story can be different, how it would be to win the round of cards instead of accepting this round is lost and smile moving on to the next, free from pretence and competition.
One round of liberation thank you very much.
Because the reality is, we can resist the bad cards that were dealt to us, and try to trick others and ourselves and ‘cheat’ ourselves, our way trough life, but we do not know the cards of others and we do very well know our own cards.
So we might as well play them openly, bring them in the light of truth.
This is misère, the art of (non) suffering, the art of acceptance.