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I am BuddhistAn often forgotten essential in our short cosmos we call life is our need for at least a quintessential connection of spirituality for our own subsistence. And as this world we live in, develops into supposed organic evolution and as evolution directs our way of life into a tedious search of happiness derived from money and a person in a modern union barely has a moment for a prayer and time being as impatient as it is, the youth have no seconds to just invest and contemplate the power of a higher being, that a GOD might be the one that governs our destiny and fate and to have a flicker of an egregious where one experiences a religious outlook on lifethe air we breathe turns a little fresher and a load gets lifted saturnine shoulders of stressed mentalities and call it a pre-mature revelation or a pious unveiling of my character but I have encountered such an emotion when I visited a haven called Bodh Gaya. Situated in the most corrupts of states in India, Biharit is an oasis of belief and hope and maybe the only answer and truth to some.Its an nonnatural placement for enlightenment, one might suggest but as a Buddhist, imagining all the struggle and suffering that the Buddha had overcome and all the adversities he had surpassed and of course the common truth he reveals to us and conveys with such meaning in his simple diction is at most overwhelming. At first sight the Mahabodhi temple rest tall among such meagre neighbours, humbled me at once petrifying in some ways and yet it seemed to comfort me all at once. As for the papal tree where Buddha had gained salvation is surrounded with such spirituality that it seemed to bog down upon my shoulders and yet at the same time it uplifted my spirits in the most unexplainable way.The hustling and bustling noises of Indians selling odd trinkets and beggars among the streets are drowned by the Tantric chants of monks praying in union. A pilgrimage that changed the way I thought slightly the youth and I was young too, therefore it basically changed the way I thought.As words are my limits so is word my only limits through with(predicate) which I cannot describe and do justice to the communion that one has to go there and experience for oneself. Nothing is as constant as change and the journey through life does not end until death.