If you could host a dinner and anyone you invite was sure to come, who would you invite?

Imagine you have to host a dinner where anyone you invite has to attend. No excuses, no scheduling conflictsjust a guaranteed RSVP. My guest list would be short and sweet: just the Buddha. Forget smooth-talking politicians, agenda-driven billionaires, selfie-obsessed influencers, hollow religious figures, or frantic climate activists. I’m craving something differentquality time with someone whose wisdom and kindness are legendary.

I picture a simple, intimate dinner. The table is set with humble fare, maybe some fragrant rice and fresh vegetables, in honor of the Buddha’s minimalist spirit. I wouldn’t mind if he chose silence over conversation; his presence alone would be profound. But if the master felt inclined to share a few words, I’d hang on every syllable, knowing his insights could spark a shift in how I see the world.

Spending an evening with the Buddha wouldn’t just be a mealit would be a chance to soak in his calm, his clarity, and his compassion. I’m certain that even a fleeting moment in his presence would leave me a better, more grounded person.