I came back to my little apartment in Saigon,
ready to return to my medical work.
I was so beaten because I'd been driving and searching
and clenching my fists for almost three years. . .
I came into my apartment and suddenly collapsed on the floor.
I was breathing kind of heavily and said to myself,
"Oh, to hell with serenity, I don't care if it ever comes."
And I meant it.
And do you know what happened?
All of a sudden the craving to find serenity
utterly evaporated -- and in its place was serenity.
The trouble was the search . . . looking out there
for what was right here.
October 1995 interview with Dr. Earle M., author of "Physician, Heal Thyself"
The Best of the Grapevine [Vol. 3], p. 142
ready to return to my medical work.
I was so beaten because I'd been driving and searching
and clenching my fists for almost three years. . .
I came into my apartment and suddenly collapsed on the floor.
I was breathing kind of heavily and said to myself,
"Oh, to hell with serenity, I don't care if it ever comes."
And I meant it.
And do you know what happened?
All of a sudden the craving to find serenity
utterly evaporated -- and in its place was serenity.
The trouble was the search . . . looking out there
for what was right here.
October 1995 interview with Dr. Earle M., author of "Physician, Heal Thyself"
The Best of the Grapevine [Vol. 3], p. 142
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