by Jason Anders

Ever since I was a kid, flipping through my first book on World Religions, the image of this stupa captivated me. It seemed so impossibly far away, remote and magical.

I arrived late at night, traveling down narrow, rough, and dusty streets. Early the next morning, I made my way up to a little balcony facing East. Boudhanath jutted up out of the sprawl. I was here!

I had somehow caught up with the utter impossible in my life.