some "thing" else that keeps coming up- if whatever this is i am is always evolving, it seems inevitable i continue to outgrow everything: people, teachings, teachers, groups, relationships, circumstances, on and on.
it seemed tragic at first. sometimes still, when i find myself particularly attached to something, it hurts a bit to bust through its confines, but it's inevitable, and there's always something, some horizon, to grow into, then out of, some room waiting for the walls to fall.