By Leo Babauta The wind and rain were swirling around me powerfully, as I sat in my mom’s...Read More
Author: The Tattooed Buddha
Just as those lives were interrupted, it seems like the stream-of-thought I had before was interrupted as well.
Maybe impermanence should not be viewed as things falling apart, but as the engine that drives change.
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