It was about time I contemplated the Buddha on his lotus in that far away Nirvana land. Who was that guy really? I heard he was a prince or some kind of royalty. Sure, I followed him in spirituality but he was like my mother the Queen and the lunch lady – out of reach. I had to make the Buddha real somehow. I knew I would have a better relationship with this guy if he was human, just like me.Read More
Tag: growing up
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