In a small village tucked away among rolling hills, life moved slowly, guided by the rhythm of sunrises and sunsets. It was surrounded by an old, dense forest that was everything to the villagers—a source of wood, food, and shelter.
We often imagine the spiritual journey as a straight, ascending line—a ladder climbing directly from confusion to enlightenment. We think that once we start meditating, reading the right books, or practicing mindfulness, life will become a serene montage of peace