As I was exercising yesterday, a thought occurred. Very simple yet I seem to have missed it for so many years. Since I can remember I have wanted freedom, and for so long I determined ‘detachment’, the remedy. And yet I tried so hard, and nothing changed, just the focus of attachment, from one idea to the next, one being to another, one space to another. For obviously the more I seek detachment the stronger does it’s mirror, attachment, follow. Duality of the mind. Any fool can see that. But I couldn’t. Now I do. Which does not mean that I will be reborn and burst into light and understanding, standing naked on top of a mountain somewhere. Simply that I now have a starting point. I will slip and fall over and over into the inertia of what I have lived so far, but I have, at least, set out.