The sense of being bound, that old familiar feeling visits the mind here at home.
The sense of family obligations feels constricting.
At home in this room which used to be mine, I feel a sense of something I cannot put down.
It does not feel good. As though this is not where I am meant to be.
Yet, there is a sadness. Looking at the people around living their lives, one feels a sense of monotony.
A sense of being bound to the comfort of familiar beliefs.
A great weight seems to have descended. As though life here can pass through a dull lethargy. Eating and sleeping are the sole activities. And when one gets used to it, one even stops trying to get out.
Realize that you do not belong here. Desire for pleasure indeed binds the soul. It is only in ignorance that pleasure can be enjoyed. I don't know the way out.
It seems that wherever one goes, one gets caught up. Yet...
The sense of family obligations feels constricting.
At home in this room which used to be mine, I feel a sense of something I cannot put down.
It does not feel good. As though this is not where I am meant to be.
Yet, there is a sadness. Looking at the people around living their lives, one feels a sense of monotony.
A sense of being bound to the comfort of familiar beliefs.
A great weight seems to have descended. As though life here can pass through a dull lethargy. Eating and sleeping are the sole activities. And when one gets used to it, one even stops trying to get out.
Realize that you do not belong here. Desire for pleasure indeed binds the soul. It is only in ignorance that pleasure can be enjoyed. I don't know the way out.
It seems that wherever one goes, one gets caught up. Yet...
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