After watching the episode on Su Qier,
he sent me a 51-page document.
The title on the cover: "The Meaning of Existence."
A few days ago, he sent me this file
with a message attached.
"Mr. Wang,
after watching your episode on Su Qier,
I wanted to share my own story with you.
What I have been through over the past two years,
and how I dug myself out of the ruins,
bit by bit."
Hello everyone,
I am Leo Wang.
To protect his identity,
I have blurred all details that might identify him today.
This is the story of a real middle-aged man.
During the darkest two years of his life,
this is a record of how he used core Zen concepts
to pull himself and his family out of hell.
After reading the document,
I kept repeating the final sentence he wrote:
"It turns out
it wasn't me saving them,
but rather, I was the one being saved."
Alright,
let us begin the story.
During those two years,
he hit a midlife crisis.
His career declined,
his memory faded,
his cognitive abilities dropped,
and his health began to fail.
His wealth shrank by half overnight.
A large amount of Bitcoin was stolen,
and a significant loan could not be recovered.
Following that,
he went from having savings
to being burdened with heavy debt.
A business project he poured a year of effort into
ended in total failure.
Everyone thought he was a fool,
including himself.
But he wrote,
if it were just the collapse of money and career,
he could have held on.
What truly broke him
wasn't his own situation,
but his family.
Simply put,
a close relative of his
fell into a disastrous marriage that year.
It even affected her child,
leaving both mother and child suicidal every day.
Can you imagine a mother and a teenager
telling each other they want to die in the same family chat?
The child was searching online
for which floor to jump from for instant death,
and where exactly to cut their wrists.
The three were hurting each other.
The mother crushed the child,
and the child crushed the mother.
The irresponsible husband kept creating new messes outside.
Every day, he was taking calls:
"She's about to jump."
"She cut her wrists again this morning."
"The doctor needs you to come over."
By day, he used his connections to find psychiatrists
and counselors,
and communicated with school teachers.
By night, he lay in bed alone,
staring at the ceiling,
asking himself:
"Why is the world so absurd?
How can people be so cruel?
Why is human nature so selfish?"
He wrote,
"During that time,
I nearly fell into depression.
I didn't know how to understand this absurd world,
and I didn't know how to save my family."
I didn't know the value or meaning of existence anymore.
This is the underlying tone of the first half of his document.
It's not the sentimental reflections of a middle-aged artist.
It's written by someone truly cornered by life,
someone who sees images of loved ones hanging from rafters when they close their eyes.
That's how he wrote it.
When people have nowhere to turn,
they look for an explanation—
a framework that makes the question "why me?" somewhat bearable.
So,
where did he go first?
He first turned to numerology and fate.
During that period,
he mapped out his own,
his closest relatives',
and even his relative's child's birth charts.
Then he used these charts to verify everything—
every major event that happened to him and his family over the past 30 years.
In his file, he pasted screenshots of chats with a fortune teller:
"Did something happen in such-and-such year?"
"Was there prison time in that year?"
"Was there a severe illness in this year?"
Every private family matter
that no outsider could possibly know
was accurately predicted by the birth charts.
He wrote,
"In that moment, I thought I saw the truth of the world."
But this was actually the beginning of him being pushed even deeper.
Because if fate is predestined,
if from the moment a person is born,
decades of their life script are already written in that chart,
then what is the meaning of existence?
To merely know that you will collide with suffering,
yet be unable to do anything,
watching it happen with eyes wide open—
isn't that just hell?
Is our destiny really set by heaven?
If that's true,
what is the point of our existence?
It's in these moments of dead ends
that fate pushes a person toward a different path.
The path he took
was Zen Buddhism.
Specifically,
a friend sent him a video on the Platform Sutra of the Sixth Patriarch.
He didn't take it seriously at first.
Then, during a sleepless night,
he clicked on it.
For the first time, he encountered two concepts that would completely transform him:
Manas-vijnana
and Alaya-vijnana.
Long-time viewers will find these terms familiar.
I've dedicated episodes to Yogacara, the school of Consciousness Only.
I'll try to explain it simply again
for those hearing it for the first time.
When we say "I,"
the feeling of self
doesn't just appear out of nowhere.
It has two engines.
The lower engine is the Alaya-vijnana (storehouse consciousness).
It's like a warehouse.
All the experiences of your life,
your parents' lives,
your ancestors' lives,
even going much further back—
every experience,
emotion,
thought,
trauma,
and love—
all are stored in this warehouse
in the form of what are called "seeds."
It's not a specific neuron in your brain;
it's a compressed file carried by your entire life-force.
The upper engine
is the Manas-vijnana (ego consciousness).
Its job is simple,
but relentless.
24 hours a day, it constantly
draws from that warehouse below.
It picks seeds related to "me"
and stuffs them into your current consciousness.
It keeps telling you:
"This is my injury."
"This is my grievance."
"This is my dissatisfaction with you."
"This is my judgment."
"I cannot be wrong."
"I must win."
"Who does that guy think he is?"
It sounds like two machines, right?
Doesn't it?
Yes.
But the terrifying thing about these machines
is that they form a closed loop.
Manas-vijnana retrieves stories about "self" from Alaya-vijnana.
At that same moment,
the very act of retrieval
plants new seeds of the "self"
back into Alaya-vijnana.
This is what he wrote to me in his email.
Let me read it to you.
"Ego-clinging is due to the pollution of Alaya-vijnana."
Manas-vijnana constantly pulls stories of "me" from Alaya-vijnana,
which in turn reinforces the current Manas-vijnana.
Why is ego-clinging so hard to break?
It's not just a simple thought;
it's a self-reinforcing cycle.
The more you talk about "me,"
the more "me" seeds fill the warehouse.
The more "me" seeds there are,
the more likely the next thought to be pulled out
will inevitably be "me" again.
It doesn't need your effort;
it runs on its own.
So, for those in mid-life,
what is the deepest pain?
It's not a lack of money.
It's not a lack of love.
It's realizing
that most of the time, the scripts playing in your head
are all about "me."
"I was mistreated."
"I was let down."
"I did so much, yet no one noticed."
"Why should I have to?"
These scripts play over and over,
making it harder each time to let go of that offended "self."
In the Beggar So episode, we discussed
how fate's noose tightened around his neck.
His ego was stripped away by external circumstances.
As for this fan,
it was his family,
the suffering of his loved ones,
that repeatedly placed him in that noose.
Both paths lead to the same place,
but both must be walked through.
The next part he wrote
is what I want to read to you most.
While listening to the Platform Sutra,
he heard an anecdote.
A professor was invited to give a wedding speech.
He'd had a bit to drink,
stood up on the fly,
and blurted out:
"You are husband and wife,
yet you are not husband and wife;
it is merely called 'husband and wife'."
The audience was stunned.
It roughly means:
"You are husband and wife today,
but in reality, you are not.
You only have the title of husband and wife."
This nearly ruined the wedding.
One of the professor's PhD students rushed up to save the day,
saying:
"What Professor Wang means is,
your union today
is the result of various causes and conditions.
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But once you enter marriage,
you must face chores and all the troubles life brings.
You must realize that,
before today, you weren't husband and wife,
and a century later, you won't be either.
Precisely because of this impermanence,
you should cherish every moment you have in this world.
Don't let troubles and quarrels trap you.
Feel the love in your heart with intent,
and express it.
This is the nature of emptiness.
We enter this impermanent world with our karma,
to love;
do not let karmic obstacles cloud your heart.
In his document, he put these three lines on a separate page,
written in blue,
bold letters.
We carry our karma
into this impermanent world;
this is "Dependent Origination."
To love;
this is "Nature."
Do not let karmic obstacles cloud your heart;
this is "Emptiness."
He said,
at that moment, he suddenly understood.
He originally thought Zen was about emptying himself,
wanting nothing,
and loving nothing.
But the professor told him,
no.
True emptiness
is not about emptying out love,
but emptying out the filth that obscures it.
Love itself
cannot be emptied.
Love is inherent in everyone;
it's just covered by karmic obstacles.
Like the sun hidden by dark clouds,
emptiness isn't about extinguishing the sun,
but discarding the clouds.
He said,
he finally cried.
But the moment that truly broke through to him
hadn't arrived yet.
One day on a business trip,
he was listening to Xu Wei on the high-speed train,
hearing a song from the 2012 album
"At This Moment."
It was called "Lily in the Empty Valley."
A tribute Xu Wei wrote for Master Hong Yi,
after living in the Zhongnan Mountains for a while,
taking a whole year to write.
There's a lyric in the song:
"A single pure thought,
and flowers bloom across the world."
He wrote,
"At that instant,
I achieved satori."
I don't know how you interpret 'satori.'
I used to think it required years of meditation,
and reading countless scriptures,
until one day the clouds finally part.
But his realization
happened in a train carriage,
wearing headphones,
with the ordinary Chinese countryside flashing by.
What did he realize?
He wrote,
"In that moment,
I saw the pain in my heart."
"I suddenly realized,
it wasn't me saving my relative;
it was her child saving her."
"It wasn't me saving her,
I was the one being saved."
The seemingly unsolvable disaster at home—
he thought he was the firefighter.
He spent his days making calls,
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arranging psychologists,
while breaking down himself at night.
He had always trapped himself in the role of the savior.
But when he heard that line on the high-speed train,
"With one pure thought, flowers bloom across the world,"
he suddenly saw it from the opposite perspective.
That child's illness
wasn't a disaster for the family;
it was the last spark of hope for their salvation.
His relative's breakdown
wasn't despair;
it was the chance for her to see the light in her own heart again.
And as for himself,
the man who always thought he was saving others,
was actually the one forced to grow up by this disaster,
forced by his family to face his own ego.
He wasn't the savior;
he was the student.
He said: "I saw my way home;
it's a mixture of sorrow and joy."
After reading this part,
I sat still for about ten minutes.
Because this is precisely the hardest shell of Manas-vijnana to break.
The deepest ego we carry throughout our lives
is not "I am rich,"
nor "I am successful,"
or "I am smart."
These are all shallow games of the Manas-vijnana.
What is the deepest layer?
It's "I am a good person."
"I am here to help others."
"I am the one saving others."
This is the ego wearing the mask of compassion.
It's harder to break than any selfish ego
because it seems so righteous.
It even comes with its own moral immunity.
In the King of Beggars episode, we discussed how
Hong Qigong was being strangled by the noose and couldn't pretend
there was any "self" left;
that was when he snatched the noose from the hands of fate.
As for this follower,
he was broken in a more subtle way.
He was saved by the very person
he intended to save.
Manas-vijnana keeps fetching stories about "me" from Alaya-vijnana.
What was the strongest seed in this follower's Alaya-vijnana?
It was: "I am the clearest-headed one in this family."
"I am the one who must carry everyone on my shoulders."
This seed,
he could never see it himself throughout his life.
Not until his relative's child,
that adolescent child,
used their own illness
to dig this seed out of his Alaya-vijnana.
So that when he heard a song lyric on the train,
he finally saw it.
It wasn't the boy who saved him,
nor was it his relative.
It was these ruins that everyone collapsed into together
that allowed everyone,
himself included,
to be pushed back to the point of being "nothing."
And it is only when I am nothing
that love can truly flow.
At the end of his letter, he gave his own definition of the meaning of existence.
Let me read it to you.
He said,
the meaning of existence exists on two levels.
The lower level is called "eliminating karma."
From the perspective of fate,
it's settling karmic debts.
From a financial perspective,
it's paying off debts from a past life.
From a physics perspective,
it's creating a little low entropy in an entropy-increasing universe.
From the perspective of modern AI,
this is how he phrased it:
"It's purifying the corrupted data within Alaya-vijnana."
The higher level is to experience and give as much beautiful life emotion as possible.
Then, he set three goals for his own practice.
First,
relinquish all self-centered attachments.
Second,
be grateful for everything life gives,
whether it be happiness
or suffering,
and always live with an upward spirit.
Third,
maintain an abundant capacity for empathy:
empathize with literature,
music,
art,
history,
and philosophy.
Empathize with people,
empathize with events,
and empathize with all beautiful life sentiments.
Plus two practical methods:
In whatever you do,
try to enjoy the process.
You can think about the result,
but don't be obsessed with it.
Constantly fight inner feelings of superiority and inferiority.
Treat everyone you meet
as your equal, just as you treat yourself,
even those you look down on most,
or those you admire most.
He wrote,
"I feel quite happy now,
because I have abundant life sentiments
and am often moved by simple beauty.
This is my greatest wealth."
Alright,
the story is over.
I want to say a few things.
I never advocate for everyone to learn Zen,
nor do I suggest everyone study Yogacara.
This fan found his way through this path,
not because it's the only way,
but because this path happened to meet who he is
and his specific suffering at that moment.
But there is one thing in his document
that I think is universal.
That reversal.
Throughout our lives,
the role we most easily get trapped in
is not being the 'victim',
but being the 'rescuer'.
We tell ourselves: I'm helping my child,
I'm supporting my parents,
I'm leading my team,
I'm carrying the family,
I'm doing charity work.
Then we take all the sacrifice,
all the disappointment,
and all the 'why does nobody understand me'
and pile them into that 'rescuer' identity.
Until one day,
that identity becomes our greatest self-attachment,
the thickest layer of filth in our Alaya-vijnana.
If you are currently in some kind of darkness,
perhaps a career low,
perhaps someone at home who keeps breaking your heart,
or an endless mess between you and a relative,
I cannot pull you out,
but you can ask yourself one question.
This question is the key this fan used to get out:
Do you really think you are the one saving them?
Or could it be
that they are, in their own way—
a way you might not recognize—
saving you?
If it's the latter,
are you willing to take that 'I am the rescuer' badge
off your chest?
The moment that badge comes off,
the dark clouds start to dissipate,
and love can finally flow out.
As for that fan,
the reason I shared his story with you...
It's not because he is any wiser than others.
On the contrary.
On the penultimate page of his document, he summarized himself in a single line:
"I see it clearly now.
I am just an ordinary person.
My past achievements
weren't because I was so exceptional;
it was just luck.
I simply lived in the right era.
Over time, many of my thoughts and views
have proven to be mediocre,
or even wrong."
A middle-aged man who sees himself so clearly
is the one who can truly go into the warehouse of his 'Alaya-vijnana'
and dig out the word 'ego' piece by piece.
This is his greatest gift to me,
and also to you.
His greatest gift.
Finally, I want to ask you one thing.
Think of that person who causes you the most pain,
the most grievance,
who seems blind to everything you've done.
Would you be willing to try
moving them from the position of being saved
to the position of being your savior, and take a look?
If you see something,
feel free to share it in the comments.
My favorite moment of every day
is reading what you all say in the comments.
Sometimes your words move me even more than my own videos.
I am Wang Lijie.
See you next time.