Over the past few weeks something has been rising in me, before it had merely been a low rumble. It was something that I could only faintly hear within my head. But now, for some reason that I am not sure of, I am unhappy with the world outside my mind.

For many years I have been a Buddhist, following the original teachings in an attempt to better my life. One of the main teachings was to follow the middle path [which I talked about briefly before in an earlier post]. So I have not become a vegetarian like many other Buddhists, but instead eat a variety of food.

There is something still missing in my life, and I think it is the cause of my unhappiness -- I feel trapped. People should not be slaves to their job. Why do we have to work 40 hours a week? Do we really need all of this stuff? Why are we not spending more time with our families? What have we gained living this life?

Is our own greed keeping us from living the life we could be happy with?