Sometimes I think I’d better quit it all. Put myself in a monastery some place far from everything. No telephone lines, no computers, no mail, no noise, no worries, no money… just basic living. Daily activities would be waking up four o’clock in the morning to pray, cleaning up the monastery, pray, do some strenuous work, pray, eat a light mean consisting basically of rice, pray, wonder around a nearby small village begging for small money or selling incense, return and pray until down, then have another light mean, probably some porridge and go to bed after the day’s last prayer. Life would be simple, them. Would I stand it? I’m not sure. But the most remarkable characteristic of the human being is indeed adaptability, so I guess, with time, I would be fine.

That would most certainly give me time to realize what is really important in life. Sometimes I think it’s something I am yet to learn…