“The more I sit in silent meditation, the more I believe in God.”
Len Swanson
There are two factors that typically inspire people to seriously pursue a spiritual path: suffering, and the reality of death. This was certainly true in my case. My senior year in high school was the most difficult period of my life so far. I had some family issues from the past I was dealing with, and was generally freaked out by the absurdity of life in general. Why am I on this tiny planet with seven billion other people who continually attempt to destroy each other? Why do I and these infinite galaxies even exist at all? What is the point of doing anything if in the end it is taken from us by the impersonal wrecking ball of death; if the sun itself explodes in due time, forever making a mockery of civilization and all its flamboyant pageantry?
When I was 18 I resolved to begin meditating everyday in response to a personal crisis I wont elaborate on in this post. So I cleared out my room, resolved to read the Dhammapada (which means sayings of the Buddha), and began my spiritual journey. A few hours later, as I was moving my dresser into the attic to clear a space for meditation, my leg fell through the ceiling and went directly into my father’s room (which luckily he was not in at the time!). It left a hole the size of a basketball and an even larger hole in my savings account. God, you will learn, has a sense of humor.