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Rated: 13+ · Short Story · Biographical · #1753620
My private talk with Buddha nightly
I entered the room.

He was sitting there silent and in deep meditation but seemed he did not bothered talking to me when I arrived. He opened his eyes.

He asked:" Why are you so nervous? I can see your darken aura around you."

I said: "I wonder about my life and many things are against me. It is so hard for every step I take to progress and many things are against my ways!"

Buddha:"be more specific."

I:"For example, I want to do something that I like but I can't"

"Is that hurting other people or yourself?" Buddha said.

I:"No."

"Can you start it at any moment?"

" Yes, or at least I think the answer is yes."

" So why you give up?" Buddha said.

"I cannot make any money through of it?" I ashamed to say that.

"So the problem is your hunger?" Buddha said.

"Yes. I think" I said.

"How strong you want it? Do you believe in yourself?"

"Badly yes" I excited.

"Then, do not stop. You think and you think again. You think about what is going to happen. If you really believe in yourself, hunger is nothing, money is noting, people's belief is nothing, your fear and weakness is nothing and you will find whatever that you like to reach. It will be bounded to be like that. That is your only wish" Buddha said.

"It is not easy" I said childishly.

"We know that is not easy. The whole problem is how you define yourself. Do not define. Act it and you will find what you are. You are scared of something that has not happened yet. You have had that fear since you were a kid. Possibly your mom dug it in your soul or maybe your teacher was scared of being himself. They did not know because nobody showed them the way. Now how about you? There is no problem at all and still you think there is a problem here" He said.

"And please next time save my time and solve this problem with your shrink" He concluded and closed his eyes again.

I left the room.

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