I suddenly found myself in the middle of an existential crisis two years ago. I had no family, no money, and no clear idea of where I was going to work in this strange city. I had broken up with the person I loved, lost my job, and been told I had a breast tumor in addition to the deaths of two close relatives. The only thing I was able to do was keep asking myself why it was happening to me. I was miserable, and things were getting worse until a miracle happened one day.
I saw a Buddhist temple as I was leaving the hospital to go home. I had never been there as a Christian Orthodox, but that time my feet just chose the path for me. When I got to the door, I paused for a moment before entering the unknown. Imagine my surprise when my former classmate, whom I hadn’t seen in more than ten years, greeted me there. Could you at any point envision my astonishment when I got to realize that he had switched over completely to Buddhism and was currently living in the sanctuary?
I somehow told him about all my issues because I was so desperate, hopeless, and lost at the time. He paid close attention to what I had to say, and after I had finished my usual justification, he told me to change my attitude. You believe it’s discipline, while it’s not. There is only a journey and a distance to travel. Imagine that your soul consented to a perilous journey in order to discover something extremely significant. These are only a few of the challenges.
My life was completely altered by this talk. I stopped trying to find someone or something to blame. My doctor also informed me that my tumor appeared to be nothing more than a laboratory error as soon as I changed my attitude.