I admit that I am the perfect example of how we misunderstood the meaning of spiritual practice and life itself. I started practicing meditation when I was ten and grew up expecting that if I practice regularly, I will reach enlightenment by the age of forty.
A few months back I had a breakdown. I cried on my friend’s shoulder that I have not reached enlightenment. I was forty and felt like a loser. What I realized several months later, was that enlightenment was not a competitive sport.