Enlightenment is just as fleeting as joy, to attain it and hold onto it is desire. I desire not to be enlightened and I desire not to be ignorant of myself. It is a dichotomy I know little of.
Herman Hesse wrote Siddhartha, but then again it was written about a person that actually existed at one point. No one can tell about the others for there is just not enough archiological evidence to support the claims, and then all of the stories about the old teachers have been stretched and glorrified. It is a system of gathering followers, of which I want none. Though if one is open to following, remember that mine is a thorny path.
My life is one of many bad choices and much violence. It took this violence to show me peace. I was not without morallity, but without guidance. My parents let me do what I wanted and gave me everything they thought I wanted and it only lead to rebellion. I did not see the outside world until I was well into my teens and by then, I was absolutely clueless. I had to start from scratch and learn how to be what I am. I tried everything to be what my parents were not and I have come full circle. I had to see the world through eyes that were filled with desire and after searching many paths, I landed on one. My own.
The Buddhist and the Hindu concepts, like other ideas from the middle ages, may not be a very good approximation of reality. The astronomy, anatomy & physiology, biology, meterology, and geology (just to name...