My personal interpretation of suffering is a feeling of unpleasantness that is prolonged. One that latches onto us, that we knowingly, or unknowingly, carry into the present moment — and our spirit suffers as a result.And I think most if not all suffering is rooted in ignoring this.
Thursday, August 28, 2025
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Silent Dancer
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