There is something missing in my life, and it has nothing to do with my intellect. I have in the past been too cynical or too analytical or too something-twisted and captious to consider that I might require analysis and nourishment beyond the life of the mind. But the cynicism and the biting critique I have always favored are strong now.
I bought a translation of the Dhammapada, one of the fundamental Buddhist texts, and plan to do yoga with a friend. I want to start planning for a future where the captious voices in my head are muzzled and finally flee. I want I desire I need I strive... I am not yet a Buddhist. I don't even know if I'm trying to be one. But I want to go to sleep untroubled and wake feeling rested, after sleeping through the night. I don't remember what that's like, and I will try anything I can that will help me remember and experience it again. Eight hours in a row is surely an attainable goal.
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