The Irony of Going to Asia and Being Inspired by...a White Man

Of all the people I met around Asia, it wasn't the Vietnamese Buddhist nuns whose monastery I crashed for a night. It wasn't the week-long daily four-hour meditation retreat I joined by happen-stance when I expected to be partying for five days straight in Thailand. No, the most lasting impact on me during my time in Asia came from another foreigner — particularly, a White man.

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