For as long as I can remember, I’ve been numb. People would ask what my passion was. I had none (or I made something up that sounded cool). To consciously contrast the noise in my head, I need to learn to tell myself the truth. If I have to do this a hundred times a day, so be it.
Concentration gathers and collects and quiets the mind. But it’s not the goal of the practice. The goal of the practice is NOT to be with the breath. That is a quieting, a de-conditioning of that kind of busy distractedness that allows us to actually connect with reality. That’s the goal. Being the reality.
But now what? How do I live a life of purpose, meaning and intention when I’ve never known anything but rush, do, hurry and stay on the surface?