I wish to become a Boddhisattva

I am in Hong Kong.

It's just about midnight.
Jet lag is keeping me awake.
I can see a river below when I look out through a window.
It reflects the skyscrapers on the opposite site.
Phillips logo is slowly changing its color from blue to white.
I find it very psychedelic.

I close my laptop and hide it underneath the bed. Internet is too slow here to be of any use.
I try to fall asleep.
Impossible.
I go around the room, looking for a distraction.

I open the table's drawer.
There's a bible and one more book;

Teachings of Buddha.
I take it.
I smell the old pages.

I start reading.
And I read.
I read.
My eyes are closing.
But I still read.
And read.
And then I fall asleep.

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It's morning. 
I try to shake off the tiredness.
I am holding Teachings of Buddha in my hand.
I wish I could take this book with me.
I hesitantly put it back into the drawer.

I take my backpack and my suitcase.
And I wander away, bidding this cozy hotel room my last goodbye.



That was a memory of mine from this summer.
One of the many great memories.
I can still see it, bright and vivid.

I thought my chances of finding the book ever again are miserable; Teachings of Buddha are not a standardized religious text like Qu'ran or Bible. It's just fragments of Buddhist ideas that someone took the effort to put together.
But today I found it on Amazon.

Unlimited access to information is just as enriching as dangerous.
And it's very dangerous.