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I Found Happiness as a Buddhist
I never felt so at peace in my life.
I’m not religious. I grew up Roman Catholic and never really “found myself” at church. To be completely honest, I never really understood it.
Why couldn’t I believe in God on my own time? Why were there all these stories? Why did I need to eat bread and drink wine?
The ritualistic ideology behind the Catholic religion had pushed me away; so far, I found a new religion that I thought suited me way better.
Buddhism.
In light of the dark ages, and by that, I mean my depression, I needed something to believe in. I needed something to give me clarity, something to follow that made me feel better, just something.
I stumbled on the book, The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari and consumed the entire book within two days. I was fascinated.
Imagine a book that’s half self-help and half-spiritual guidance. This book illustrated the means of finding inner peace in a world full of stress and destruction. I’m not going to summarize the book; I think everyone should read or listen to it to gain all the knowledge I took away from it.
But I will tell you all what I did after reading it. What inspired me to embark on a journey to mental clarity, joy, and fulfillment.
