There is only so much Buddhism.
It is possible to become obsessed with reading ever more interpretations of Buddhism, forgetting to put any of it into practice. It is possible to stare so intently at the raft upon which we float that we pay no attention to our surroundings or our intended destination.
I have explored enough. I have distracted myself from my surroundings enough. I'm here, now. So, what now?
Upon finding freedom, I'm not sure what to do with it.
Freedoms from and freedoms to ... which path do I explore now?
I need to write a personal mission statement. Then I need to tear it up and swallow it.
Meanwhile, I'll try to live in-the-moment more often than I have been.
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