I’m post-breakup, completely destroyed this time. Ever regret that striving for insight and becoming better and healing inner wounds? Why not just enjoy a good laugh, or simply be present and be grateful for the little things. A loving touch. I have had major breakthroughs these last 2 years, but they cost me the love of my life. She got magnetically discarded fast. I’m sitting here looking into solitude and monkhood as a sentence and deeply loathe it. Why are we wired toward inner work when it shatters our reality and all that matters? I regret it all and wish I’d just let it be. I would have been happy. I feel it was an overachievement. A breakthrough I wasn’t ready for. Can we get on a wrong path? I sure as hell will not live and die alone. If my spiritual path is solitude, I reject it and refuse it.