Originally Posted by slinkimalinki
Hi everyone, I think I need a little bit of support, until 10 years ago my life was plodding along, I saw the world pretty much as it presented itself. I had the odd thought here and there i.e (why am I here? and whats it all about?) but nothing that rocked my sense of reality. Then one day I found a book in a house that I had recently bought. I have no idea where it came, but assumed it must have been left by the previous occupants. I read it a couple of times before I could make any sense of it. The book was by Deepak Chopra. Well you know how it is, I started reading more and more stuff on spiritual matters, i.e. Buddhism, Hinduism, Christianity and with my very limited knowledge, articles on quantum physics and other scientific stuff. One of the early books being Bruce Lipton's Biology of Belief which is fascinating by the way. Anyway the problem is, if you could call it a problem, I am beginning to feel a bit like a stranger in the world I live in. I am seeing the world so differently than many of the people around me, that it's getting a little isolating. Many conversations I might have had and many things I once liked to do, now seem meaningless. The question I ask myself is? am I feeling like this as part of a growing process or am I just getting depressed? Sometimes I feel a great sense of peace, but other times I feel such despair?
Serves you right in my opinion. You've got what I call an "urban neurosis". I remember a parable i read once. An old master and his apprentice were talking, and eating watermelon. The old master asks: So is the watermelon good. The young apprentice says: Yes it is, but I can't figure out whether the taste of the watermelon is in my mouth or in the watermelon itself. And the old master says: You fool, why do you care? The watermelon is good. That's enough.
I hope you catch my drift.