In the first grade, I carried history books around like spell books. There was this magic about language that I felt compelled to keep close, like it had secret powers that I didn’t have access to yet. Clinging to an impressive-looking pile of books every day at school was also how I prevented my classmates from realizing I couldn’t read.
Life is complicated. It’s filled with ups, downs, ins, outs, widths, lengths, and any dimension that you can think of. We are in a world of over 8 billion people. Each person with their own unique mind and chemical make up. If that’s not complex, I don’t know what is. That means billions of personalities and trillion of possibilities. Yet, as different as we are, we are also very similar.
Have you ever felt out of place? Have you ever felt out of space or just as another person walking the streets wearing a mask? Well probably you did it, and if is the case you did perhaps look for a way to fit in, to enjoy naturally the constant passage of time. We are all adaptable beings looking for goodness, in search of a method of living free of suffering and anxiety.