I just cannot seem to relax in life.
I seem to be too resolved, if not in a tearing hurry, to get to the Truth.
Is it because I have suffered more in life in some manner or another more than the rest of you? (“Suffering is the way for Realisation of God.”–Ramana Maharshi, Talks with Sri Ramana Maharshi, Talk 106)
Is it because I am too afraid of being born again?
Is it because I hear the roar of the sea nearby?
Is it becausue once you understand the Truth intellectually, you cannot but drift inexorably towards it?
Is it just my Bipolar Disorder?
Maybe I should just quit asking these questions, quit society, cloister myself for a year or two and call my own bluff.