The Similarities And Differences Of The Buddhist Religion And The Indian Culture

People have often thought of the different traits and characteristics that are necessary into attaining balance and overall peace within their own lives. Humans will look towards others, or often times a higher power found in religion to seek answers and find their own version of eternal or temporary peace. This concept of peace is seen in all religions, but none as much as the Buddhist religion and the Indian culture. Buddha is known as the main figure in the Buddhist culture, but there are many other figures that are seen as disciples; much like Jesus and the twelve disciples in Christianity. These disciples or followers are known as Lords once they have achieved a certain level and understanding of peace. One of the main Lords that I wish

Not being able to process all of my thoughts at once, I wrote down what I could when the idea presented itself to me. When there was little to nothing on my mind that’s when I would edit and brainstorm, that was I wasn’t wasting away the precious time I had left. In being in my recovery stages there presented another difficulty later on in the night of focus and attention span to the tack at hand, using whatever methods I could, including various energy drink, Mountain Dew, and junk foods that I was able to scrounge up to stay awake and alert, dinner was non-existent that night. I had now reached around twenty pages of work in the late hours of the night ranging from ten to midnight; regularly being up at these hours my sleep wasn’t impossible to fend off. Yet even though I knew that sleep would overcome my brain eventually, there was an ongoing thought that if I didn’t have the paper complete I wouldn’t pass the class. know from a well documented history of my sleeping patterns that I am in no way a morning person and would not be able to get out of bed before seven thirty the next morning, school starting at eight

Sleep has given way more than once, stealing away precious time from me as I attempt to finish the long haul. It has reached the early hours of the morning, but I know I still have time because the sun has not started to rise. Editing my paper looking for any way to fit in the occasional sentence or phrase, at this stage in the game it is quantity over quality, doing whatever it takes to survive. I’ve now realized that I am at the bottom of page twenty-nine; in my exhausted state I am basically acting on instinct anymore. Not knowing what to write, I start writing up my conclusion. Reviewing over the essay, I begin restating all of my major points, just wanting to fill the page. There is one third of a page standing between me and pure bliss. Not knowing what to do in the desperate hours of the morning I look for a secret passage way out; doing the only thing I could do. It is supposed to be kept at Times New Roman twelve pt. at all times, but I figure “He’ll never notice, right?” I took the font, up to twelve and a half finally reaching the end of my paper at thirty-one pages. As I go into class the next day Mcgee stood in amazed, stating, “I didn’t think you’d take me seriously. You didn’t have to write thirty pages, maybe