I pick up trash almost every day. While I’ve been told repeatedly that it is a “losing battle,” I beg to differ. Whatever trash I remove is no longer there to soil the area or harm children and animals.
More importantly, picking up trash is an external manifestation of the Buddha’s injunction to purify the mind, and helps me to reflect on my own and others’ unwholesome tendencies. When we make the connection, every act is an opportunity to practice the Dharma.
Most trash is just unseemly, but some is patently dangerous.
In severe weather, buried trash often rises to the surface.
Some of today’s trash seems different, but most is just the same as yesterday’s.
The trash we strew is the record of our vices.
Most trash was already garbage before it was trashed.