short story. A Zen Koan.

The Zen master's next meeting was with a New Yorker. "Master, I need your help. I need guidance. I'm living a life that I don't like and I wish it wasn't my own. I wish I was someone else. It's just clear to me that I'll never really be happy with myself. I'm envious of... Continue Reading →

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