Sunday July 15, 2018
Living Buddha, Living Christ
Thich Nhat Hanh
It all started when he felt there was hole in his chest. Below his breastbone, somewhere deep inside.
“Are you okay?” She would ask and he would nod and she would take this to mean “no”, but that he didn’t really want to talk about it.
Seven months later he texts her that he wants to live more simply.
“What does that mean?” She asks, feeling her voice raise in pitch but not volume.
“I don’t know… maybe quit my job? Maybe buy a place in the country?”
“Oh. Oh wow. Really? Wow… I just – …”
“I have a hole in my chest that grows bigger and deeper and wider every day, Janessa. It’s not a way I want to live. I want to live more simply.”
“I get it.” She says, and she does and she doesn’t and they both know that.