I sometimes have to stop and think about how lucky I am. I am probably luckier than 99.5% of the world’s population. It blows my mind.
If we think of happiness as being so completely content with your life that you don’t feel the need to strive for anything new, I never want to be completely happy. That sense that there is still so much to see, to do, to achieve is the driving force that gets me out of the bed in the morning; that motivates me to work out a little more, be a little bit more daring, try a little bit harder; that enables me to dream big, silly, fantastic dreams. If there was nothing left to strive for, what would there be left, in fact?
Some people have this funny idea that when two people get into a relationship, they melt together like Siamese twins of sex, love and rock’n’roll. Somehow individuals turn into one entity of we, and that entity is expected not only spend all its spare time together but also plan its life according to other parts of that entity.
Is Buddha pop culture now? He seems to be everywhere. T-shirts, tattoos, those little statues that you bought from a street vendor from your last stint in Thailand but now can’t quite place in the spaces of your very non-spiritual everyday life. Do these people even know anything about this character that they’ve made their casual god, or are they just fascinated by the gentle smile of a golden statue that they hope can bring balance and inner peace to their lives?
I can’t tell you how to deal with homesickness because frankly, it is a completely new feeling for me.