“Did you read it?”
“I did.” Because I did read it. I could have written it.
My friend had given me a page of his Enneagram book to read.
I had said similar things many times. Even written about them. The new car is the new car for about two weeks and then becomes the old car. What I meant with this was that the accumulation of material things hadn’t fulfilled me and resulted in quite the opposite feeling—a fruitless emptiness. Seemed the more I pursued things, the more the feeling grew. I was left in a quandary and had found no way to resolve it. Maybe I hadn’t gone far enough, hadn’t reached the pinnacle, where I could have anything I wanted. What my friend had just given me to read was similar to what I had concluded: fulfillment in life didn’t come from material things that from what I’d just read included a better job, a better physique, or the list of other endless wants.
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