The below words by Trungpa says it all really. That is, we never completely arrive in a lasting blissful state that is free from the mundane and painful life experiences we endure as humans. So, we need to make time each day to sit and do our internal practice again and again for it to have beneficial impacts, for ourselves, others and the world.
Ours is a world of work mending
That there might be some finality is not so
Not now, the undone must be re-done
Inspiration must be restored
Discipline must be maintained
The bannisters and parasols must be repaired
Dinner, breakfast, lunch must be prepared
And eaten.
jewels must be polished, carpets cleaned.
And gold which does not change or rust,
Must be counted, hidden, stolen, shaped
and melted down again.
Friends must be written, condolence calls made
And love letters, true love, friendship, kind thoughts, all
nourished and renewed
You believe, sitting as thoughts make you hope or squirm,
That it will stop.
That if you concentrate or relax
Pure radiant space will sweep you clean.
You’ve read it, heard it, no?
But no, no, no and no
So long as you, this world you endure
The work remains ever ever undone and ever, ever, ever to be done again.
Now.
Trungpa Riponche