“Within the mind is a storehouse of memories that entered [my] psyche through the windows of [my] senses. The treaures received through the gift of sight, hearing, taste, touch, and smell…these are what I have come to cherish as yearnings for possessions fade from desire. What I yearn for now is to live a life filled with the creation of memories to visit and revisit again.”
There was a man who was so disturbed by the sight of his own shadow and so displeased with his own footsteps that he determined to get rid of both. The method he hit upon was to run away from them.
So he got up and ran. But every time he put his foot down there was another step, while his shadow kept up with him without the slightest difficulty.
He attributed his failure to the fact that the was not running fast enough. So he ran faster and faster, without stropping, until he finally dropped dead.
He failed to realize that if he merely stepped into the shade, his shadow would vanish, and if he sat down and stayed still, there would be no more footsteps.*
*cited: The Way of Chuang Tzu Thomas Merton