After the first few rough weeks, I grew stronger, things became less challenging, and the thrill of survival inflated my heart. To be in a constant dialogue with nature, to witness the play of life as it happened on the stage of this world and to be everywhere and belong nowhere was an inexplicably ecstatic experience.
The real journey that happened to me was drifting from my mind to the heart and from my heart to the beyond. I traveled from thinking to feeling and from feeling to the being; to being nobody, free of conditioning, and any learning. I was lost, and it was beautiful to be lost. NOBODINESS is the beauty of being lost. And it is so paradoxical, but it is the simple feeling of just being. … Silence is the Ultimate Truth.
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“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
Haruki Murakami
