My mind kept wandering away like the wild horse it was: almost never in the moment. Clearly judging the here and now too dull, it preferred dwelling in past glories or mishaps, imagining future debates or designing projects. All the people I knew passed through my mind at one point — yes, if you are reading this testimony and happen to know me personally, chances are I thought of you at some point during my retreat. The observation of my breath was occupying my mind just a fraction of the time.
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