So I guess I’ve been seeking for a long time. I’ve watched a lot of Jiddu Krishnamurti and Eckhart Tolle, and recently Mooji. I always considered enlightenment to be something that might be possible, an other-worldly, unimaginable state of being. I always seem to fall back into this mediocre place of accepting that it is nothing more than a practice to make my life better. The gravity to my ego will always be there, it can only be negotiated with, softened. I have to live with my ego on a leash, and that is the best I can do. Maybe it’s not. Maybe it can vanish, maybe I can starve it. Maybe it’s like that.