Spiritual Journey that never started
As I revisited my 2014 diary, a year marked by restlessness, I notice the striking similarity in my circumstances a decade later. On January 8, 2024, I found myself retracing a walking route reminiscent of the one I undertook on January 19, 2014. The situation remains uncannily unchanged. Reflecting on an entry from January 19, 2014, I shared thoughts on the fascination with death, not in its ordinary and ignorant form, but rather the aspiration for a conscious departure. The contemplation of the art of dying had resurfaced in my mind after more than two decades. The question lingered: why now? The past 10 years had been laden with professional success, propelling me deep into the material world. Yet, the pursuit of conscious death seemed elusive amidst this journey. One school of thought posited that delving deep into the material world could lead to the ultimate truth without a deliberate effort. However, this was considered an ignorant death. Personally, I aligned with the second sc...