The sad fact—the fact that binds us together in our shared struggle as
human beings—is that even when we actually are at home, it is so damn
difficult to feel at home.
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The Sanskrit word samsara—which traditionally represents the summation of all our confusion and destructive patterns of behavior—literally means “wandering around.” The Tibetan word for a sentient being caught up in confusion—drowa—could be translated as “always on the go.” I like to think of this word as meaning “commuter.” From the standpoint of our struggle, we are wanderers, commuters addicted to a state of transit, always thinking that we will be most satisfied somewhere other than here.
/////////////////////human life is a nonstop quest for anything that makes us feel temporarily safe within the rudderless journey of aging. Ultimately, what we are seeking is a feeling of belonging in our life
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//////////////////LOST IN COMMUTE
The Sanskrit word samsara—which traditionally represents the summation of all our confusion and destructive patterns of behavior—literally means “wandering around.” The Tibetan word for a sentient being caught up in confusion—drowa—could be translated as “always on the go.” I like to think of this word as meaning “commuter.” From the standpoint of our struggle, we are wanderers, commuters addicted to a state of transit, always thinking that we will be most satisfied somewhere other than here.
/////////////////////human life is a nonstop quest for anything that makes us feel temporarily safe within the rudderless journey of aging. Ultimately, what we are seeking is a feeling of belonging in our life
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