Seated. Alone. Dark room. Silence.

Mind wandering to memories of things that were and things that might have been. Sadness? Not so much sadness as a deep longing...yearning. There was a reason it didn't...couldn't...last. But I can't remember why. No matter how hard I try.

So. I sit. Alone. Dark room. Silence.

Buddha taught that desiring that which you can not have is the root of all sorrow. He was right. But...sometimes you need to feel that sorrow of things you lost to really appreciate the joy of what you have.

It is only because I occasionally sit alone in a dark room in silence that I can also sit with new joy in a bright room filled with laughter.

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I feel your pain, Blue. May you find peace.

-manniac