BUDDHA’S BIRTH, EGO’S DEATH PLACE

When I first met mother Nepal I was 23. I believe my soul fully came down into my body in Nepal for the first time. I met my shimmering soul and fell in love with who was once my best friend. Love enveloped me out of suffering. I belonged, I smiled, I cried my big heart out. Friends came into my life who I never thought I would see again. I never stopped seeing them. Friends who I thought would never leave, I burned their letters to set myself free, just recently. I ended up leaving Nepal, but I’m not sure if my soul ever left. The Himalayas will always send me whispers of invitations through a gentle breeze wherever I may find myself on this planet. Once you love, do you ever stop loving?

I was 25 on my second journey to Nepal. This time was after the big earthquake of 2015. I left London and school and ran to mother Nepal. How could I not for the place which gave me back my heart! I stayed, volunteered, carried tents around and played with children. I learned to love wholeheartedly. “One Man's Promise to Bring Home the Lost Children of Nepal” is the reason why I decided to do my dissertation on Child Trafficking in Nepal after the earthquake. The further awakening of my heart after witnessing the life of rescued children is the reason why I quit my master’s degree. I was shocked to see the life we are told to live as I began to awaken out of it. The obsession with the trivial, ignorance of what is real, chasing after status… Who am I without a piece of paper which tells me who I’m supposed to be? Nobody… Death of the ego… So that I can start living truly.