A Buddhist story goes like this. A scholar blabs to a monk as they sit down for tea. The monk says "You are like this cup; you are full of ideas about Buddha's Way. You come and ask for teaching, but your cup is full; I can't put anything in. Before I can teach you, you'll have to empty your cup."
I think this kinda relates to Your heart is an Empty Room.
"And all you see is where else you can be when you're at home."
You can't move on if you continue to mope about what could have been. Empty your heart if you want to love again.
A Buddhist story goes like this. A scholar blabs to a monk as they sit down for tea. The monk says "You are like this cup; you are full of ideas about Buddha's Way. You come and ask for teaching, but your cup is full; I can't put anything in. Before I can teach you, you'll have to empty your cup."
I think this kinda relates to Your heart is an Empty Room. "And all you see is where else you can be when you're at home." You can't move on if you continue to mope about what could have been. Empty your heart if you want to love again.
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I just wanted to let you know that your post really opened my eyes. Thanks.