I am so tired of this dusty every-day experience. I feel like a yellowed leaf already curling on the branch, like I could fall at any moment. I've tasted so many things, so many things-- over and over: 'this is the best life can give. This is as good as it gets.' I've told myself that, in regard to sensual pleasures and living in the world, over and over.
Why do I only feel ok when my mind is focused on the dhamma?
