The cold asphalt under me, the soft songs that leaves of trees play as the wind travels through them, the sporadic streams of sunlight that hit my closed eyes, creating alternating red and black blurs in my mind: these are sensations I tune into before I fall into a meditative state. Once I enter, these details grow fuzzy, becoming distant memories which I no longer concern myself with. The trivial worries which commonly occupy my mind flee. From this point on, I am aware of little besides my vacant mind. Once I awaken from this meditation, a profound peace falls over me.
Up until last summer, I was an overly stressed perfectionist who used "hard work" to try to prove my self-worth, beginning with a three mile run at 5:00 am and ending around midnight after completing copious amounts of homework. Continue Reading