I used to think that he was the Big Thing, the key to my happiness.
I fell for my teenage crush like he was the sole source of ecstatic love in the world.
When my feelings were not reciprocated, my thirst for the Big Thing all but destroyed me.
Now I know that no one can give me the Big Thing.
Nor is the Big Thing to be found in any book or food or herbal supplement, not in any class or retreat, and not in any one place or experience if it is not in equal distribution throughout everything, everywhere, all at once.
I am the Big Thing, and so are you.