Traditions.. think about it..

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It is interesting how we tend to follow certain traditions and act blindly without questioning them even. Although I am sure if one sits down and recalls why one does certain things, it would be difficult to find reasonable causes.
It is understandable that we try to preserve cultures by handing them down from one generation to the next and inheriting them. It is somehow the need for cultural continuity in social attitudes, customs, and institutions.

But in preservation of certain traditions of the past without questioning our selves, we actually retard our own growth and development. Instead of holding on to meaningless traditions that keep us stuck in the past we should actually dig in to them deeper and ask why? and find out if certain traditions are actually in use for us today or not! If not then I would say bye bye and good riddance! Although for some I am sure we can acknowledge that this past paved the way for today and we are here to continue the task of progress and pave the way for the next generation and make them understand that what we hand them are values to keep and use in their own journey..

One of the traditions that comes to mind is preserving the head dress that men wear here in Saudi Arabia for instance the *GUTRA/shmagh* (that is just an example, I really don’t have anything against them. I actually think they make some men look better since gutras/shmagh hide their baldness)
It is believed that gutra (piece of cloth that covers the head) was used long ago by men to shield their faces and eyes from the dessert sand and strong sun BUT each culture wears a different color or has it on in a different way. Although it is said that colors were added to the shmagh by the British army to differentiate which tribe they were dealing with. I bet you most of the people wearing these red and white gutras/shmagh do not know that they were actually introduced by the British in the first place!

I will leave you with a story I read in one of Paulo Coelho’s books that really rang a bell!

A great zen master in charge of a monastery owned a cat he adored and kept with him. The monk would give meditation classes while the cat sat next to him. Where ever he went, what ever he did, the cat was there.. That Zen master passed away and the cat still attended meditation classes. After a while, the cat passed a way too but the student of that zen master got so used to a cat being around the monastery that he decided to get one to sit in his meditation classes while he taught. Cats became part of Zen buddhism in that area.

A whole generation passed, a cat always attended Zen Buddhist classes.. Books were written on how presence of cats were important for better meditation.

Cats were part of Zen meditation until one day a wise Zen master was allergic to cats and decided to have classes without a cat around! Buddhists were alarmed but because of his known wisdom, many students still attended with him..
Later they found out that the presence or absence of a cat did nothing to their meditation classes. Only after that little incidence, the school of thought of Zen Buddhist meditation WITHOUT a cat was established!

It took them over a hundred years to realize that a cat had no effect what so ever on their meditations!

I wonder how many traditions we acquired and still practice today that have no actual relevance and was initiated due to mere coincidences? think about it..