And no matter how much we try to be different from our parents, it’s amazing how we end up behaving just like them.
Buddhism tells you that change is inevitable. The Bhagvad Gita that you should not expect any results from your actions to be spared the grief. As a child, these concepts seemed so simple, hardly the precepts of two great spiritual paths.
As a friend recently advised me: imagine that you were your own best friend. What if you saw your friend struggling like this, what advice would you give as a well-wisher? Would you tell them to continue or quit or change their way of working?
They say it’s a bad idea to mix work and your personal life, that it’s best to compartmentalise. But what if you can’t, what if your colours bleed into each other?
As a child, I couldn’t wait to grow up. It was like the golden land, a place where you could decide important things, like whom to live with and what you wanted to do.
There are times when life seems to move at breakneck speed. Years and years pass by when nothing happens and suddenly you are on the fast track.