I was at a party tonight and when I was leaving, someone walked me to my car - unasked - and that simple gesture touched me deeply.
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Did I do the wrong thing? Did my attempt at self-protection lead to this funk? I may never know.
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I do know that I have felt alternately elated and completely heartbroken in the past three months and it sucks. My teacher at the Buddhist temple encourages patience and I know he is right but I'm also human...even with the bigger picture in mind, I find myself falling into emotional traps...acting on things when I should just let them play out.
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There is such a feeling of longing in me...I can't adequately describe it...and I'm not sure I would even want to try.