I don’t enjoy anything anymore. I can’t remember the last time I had any fun or felt any joy in a social setting.
Here are some nice words from a book about Tibetan Buddhism that my mom’s psycho cousin send us in the mail along with a letter full of scribbles:
Just like a blind man
Discovering jewels in a heap of trash
Likewise by some coincidence
I have found the spirit within me.
It is the supreme elixir
That overcomes the lord of death;
It is the inexhaustible treasure
That eliminates all poverty in the world.
It is the supreme medicine
That cures the world’s disease
It is the evergreen tree that shelters all beings
Wandering tired on the road of life.
It is the universal bridge
That frees being from wretched lives
It is the rising moon of the mind
That dispels the torment of addictions.