To be free, was the Path for me.

When I think back to my trip, it spirals out of control; what should I focus on? There was the time I had a road accident with a bus, and then there was a time I met a Swami (spiritual master). I had met a few; it was terrific. Then I also made many friends there. There was a man from Greece, a man from America, and a man from India. Even though I was afraid, there was never one moment where I felt it was too much to handle. Sure, there were hard times, but the hard times taught me a lot about myself. They brought out the best in me. I couldn’t believe my luck when I met the Swami. It was truly inspiring. Uplifting. And nothing was stopping me from going further in life. I remember leaving his house and wondering if life would ever be the same again. So much Atmosphere in one person, so much energy. It was incredible. I looked at the world entirely differently after this. He had given excellent advice along with his power, told stories about his life, and sold the idea that to be living in the heart but being practical at the same time was something much sought after. Meditation was the key to remembering these things. Writing and storytelling were another. And singing brought it home for me, to live in the heart, but be excited by the minor mundane things. To be free was the path for me. So much to learn, and I could feel that those people were out there somewhere; I