I got a text that a friend of mine was coming to campus to listen to a lecture in a few hours. I was slightly intrigued on the lecture, but more interested in spending sometime with her. I thought about it and decided against a night spent watching tv.

The lecture was called "How Buddha helped me be a Christian." It was interesting. But I think it was not as interesting to me as it was to others. For some, every syllable from his mouth was like a drop of golden honey. (I'm not really sure what golden honey is, but it sounded good.)

His words didn't have the same effect on me. I wrote down some quotes that I need to ponder & process. But I think the think that struck me the most was realizing that at one point, not too long ago, in my life I would have been much more interested in this lecture. Times have changed. I'm just not that interested. Maybe I've given up hope. Maybe I've just given up on religion, altogether. Whether or not I'm interested I realized I miss being engaged in the discussion.

In some ways I think I've lost my focus, my ambition, or maybe i've just lost my inspiration.