How I Became a Monk: Part 1

Part 1: It Started in My Teenage Years

From time to time, people ask me why I became a monk. The shortest answer I’ve given was: Because I want to.

But of course that’s not exactly what they want to hear. They want a story. So, I tell them there were some events that were directly or indirectly significant. The first one happened when I was 15.

Something I Had No Name For

I took public bus to school then. One day, when the bus stopped at the station, I suddenly snapped out of my daydream, and thought, “Wow… I’m already here!”

“What was I thinking about?” I sat there wondering. I couldn’t recall. I remembered getting on the bus and then nothing else until I jerked back onto reality. It was like I lost time.

As I reflected on what happened, I recalled that I had lost awareness like that many times before. I wondered, “Can I prevent myself from losing awareness?”

So, I began to see how I can maintain awareness every time I took a bus to school. It was difficult in the beginning, but I kept trying, experimenting with various strategies. It was like a challenging game that I played on my own.

Eventually I got it. I was able to stay aware throughout the journey. I then decided to take the challenge further. Between the bus station and my school was about 400 meters. I thought, “Can I do it while walking too?”

I tried just that. It didn’t take me long to intuit that it’s better to not look around and get distracted. So, I walked with my eyes downcast, except when I needed to cross the road.

It turned out easier than I thought. When I reached my school, I noticed something very interesting: While the outside was very noisy—with more than 1000 students waiting to enter the classroom for the afternoon session—my mind was very peaceful, very quiet. I was utterly fascinated.

I kept doing that—which I had no name for—until about a year later. While I was doing my thing while walking into the school one day, a friend saw me and said, “Why do I keep seeing you with your eyes downcast? It’s as if you have low self-esteem.”

I thought about what she said, and didn’t want people to think that I had low self-esteem—which I did have. And so I stopped doing it.

Years after becoming a monk, while practising as taught by Sayadaw U Tejaniya, I recalled what I did in my teens and came to realize: Hey! I was meditating!

It was just mental settling (samatha) though. I didn’t have the right view of things being not-self (anatta). So, there was no distinct seeing (vipassanā).

Lost Interest in Studies

When I was 17, I began to question the purpose of studying, especially because I had to study Add Maths. What’s that for? Why do something just because others are doing it? That led me to question the way people generally live their lives. What is that all for?

I had no answers, and doubted anyone else had them too. Still, one day, I decided to ask two of my classmates, “Why do you study?” They looked at me as if I had asked a stupid question. Then one said, “For exams lah!”

These two happened to be among the very few straight As students. So, maybe I asked the wrong people. In any case, that answer wasn’t acceptable for me. In fact, I found it pathetic. Studying just for the sake of exams? Puh… Shouldn’t there be a purpose beyond that? Like making use of what we study in life?

Actually, I had thought about that before asking them. Let’s say it’s for exams. Then what? Then we can get into a university. Then what? Then we could get a job, get a house, get married, have children, and then make them study for exams, etc, etc. And at the end of all that, we die.

I was convinced that that’s not what I wanted to do with my life, but what should I do then? I had no idea. I was stuck.

That led to a profound loss of interest in studies. I could only get myself to study what I like when I liked it, and that wasn’t much. As expected, my exam results kept slipping.

 

Part 2: Getting Closer

 

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