Born at Kapilvastu, now a Buddhist pilgrimage site, where Prince Siddhartha Gautama grew up before taking to the wood, I was blessed with a humble childhood, enough to scrape along, hence carefree. Quite early on, I began to question everything (the system, the order, the path they set my feet on, and the values they shackled my feet with). That cost me dearly. I turned in on my own mind. A promising boy I was though, I ended up finding myself bereft of any interest in anything, things that others valued so much so that they staked their lives on. I didn’t see any meaning to life. The order I was born in proved a burden that I was desperate to throw  off.  I never really got on with anyone. My ways and behaviors ran me into what they get horrified at the mental health problem. I suffered unimaginable anxiety,  paranoia, hallucinations and host of other deadly things proceeding from mental pathways.  Nevertheless, I brought off the thing called “me” out of this hell. I saw black that everyone saw bright. That was a treacherous path to tread on. And yet, I walked down it good far. I had nothing but to “submit” and “Let Go”  and that miraculously pulled me through the cobweb of tangle. Thereafter, I’ve lived (if this thing called “me” is really living at all) through and against all odds. I stumbled across so many lures and snares that held me from moving on but they lived short and I put myself pack on the path. Still going, not knowing where and when this would come to a stop. Perhaps I would never know I’ve fallen. Everything out there is “wonderful nothing” to a quiet head. Don’t borrow a crutch to lean on even if they are studded with gold and diamonds. They are no substitute to your own feet. Take things as they come, forget and move on without holding onto anything. Don’t get ever attached to a thing no matter what how highly the mad world value them. The “something” that emerges from the “empty nothingness” is what blazes your trail. You need nothing thereafter……..