Nothing is really interesting anymore. Even close relationships can become unbearably lifeless. Best friends and lovers can even run out of subjects of interest. I figure the point is not to seek more new exciting experiences, but to realise that the same old stuff is mostly good enough.
Yes, that might be "boring." But if we live each day reborn, cleansed of yesterday's prejudices and unnecessary judgment, this same old world becomes anew. Magic is abound. Watch out for that rainbow you haven't seen for years. How many of you guys really saw the full moon last night? Isn't it still as magical as when you first saw it? An old heart is one without the magic of awareness-are you feeling old? The mindless babbling of a baby on the bus is magic to my ears. And to babies, everything is magic-even this guy who is me, who is standing looking mindlessly at a baby, is magical to him. I'm not trying to mystify anything-the path of Enlightenment afterall is a journey to clarity.
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