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It's time to wake up the sleeping Buddha within

I truly believe that our spirits are thousands of years old. And the learnings of each birth is retained by the soul and is never forgotten. The knowledge about our past lives are dormant within us but is very much there. I am sure we have a Buddha within all of us that is waiting to be awakened by the right stimuli. 

I think the time is here. The time is now. As a civilization, in the last five hundred years or so we have lived like the Gautama the prince. Someone who has been born into riches and is distant from any kind of pain. We have science as the courtesans offering us all the amusements our mortal bodies seek. But the soul is left malnourished with our over indulgence in materialism. 

But now as we look around, our extravagance has cost us dearly. We have ruined our environment. We have poisoned the air, water and Earth. We have stopped thinking about our very existence. 

It's time the Gautama enters the cave within and prays long and hard. And emerges as the Buddha. All of us.

So that we have a society that is more just, more balanced, more happy and more content. We again become mindful of creating  society where everyone lives peacefully, in prosperity and with pride. 

Let's take a few steps back as a civilization to catapult ahead. Shall we?
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