I did the same in my 20s, but then slowly, my interest in sitting for hours a day, long retreats, faded. Not sure why, the experience itself is obviously deep, but it became a kind of attachment like coffee, and gradually I returned to the world.

> If I worship something, it's this moment

Wonderfully put.

May I ask, if you didn't sit, would this moment cease? Put differently, without practice would something be lost?