As my attachment to Buddha grows and I feel myself becoming more and more inclined to bow before him, I have to wonder, what is it that I’m searching for?
We continue to want the same thing from this individual, not realizing that after a while, we don’t enjoy it, and maybe we never did, yet we still need it. The moments of comfort and bliss are fleeting. A feeling of emptiness prevails.
Add water, instant wife won’t work this time. Been there, done that. Money doesn’t create comfort, connection does. Someone else’s financial security is not the stability I want. I stand on my own two feet. I march to my own drumbeat. I want a lover and a friend, not something that’s pretend. ...