I have a spiritual narrative now that makes sense. I can start at the beginning and move through it to the end. It flows — I can speak in simple language, but with an increasingly articulate set of secondary content to backup the principles. I recorded myself talking about it when I took M out for a walk this morning (voice).
The Journey Home began when I realized that life was pain and suffering. I had lived enough to see the painful pattern of my life.
I believed that, if I just had a certain amount of wealth and status, I could attract people and things that would make my life fulfilling. I thought that these acquisitions would take me “home” — to a place where life wasn’t so painful.
But then I realized, after achieving, that I was never satisfed. That inner pain of life itself would never go away. Because life isn’t home. And never will be.
All my goals were built around acquiring something in life. But the source of my pain was life itself. The only goal, is to get to the real Home.
In reflection, I could see that my goals were all built around the right objective – to find Home. I just went the wrong direction; I took the wrong path.
The main difference between people is whether or not they believe that home can be found here in life.
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