It’s silly to place so much attachment to a number, right?

How do you love the man sitting two seats away from you on the subway who’s blasting music through his earphones? All you hear is static and the broken beats to a song you don’t even like. It’s just so annoying. You want to sit back in peace – and concentrate your on the book you’re reading. But the music is too loud.

I’m deep into my meditation practice and a thought arises. Nothing unnatural in that, but this particular thought is one that comes up almost every single day…

You probably don’t have this problem. I bet you’re way more organized and on top of things than I am.

Have you ever said something like this:

It’s evening. Dinner is on the way. As we talk among ourselves, three men approach our table.

It was our first night in Mexico. We were tired after a day of travel. And we certainly didn’t feel like cooking. So we went out to eat.

I watch her approach. She’s dressed in black – dressed to kill.

The first restaurant was fancier.

I have a challenge for you. It relates to an intention I’m making.

Fever washes over my body. Sweat beads on my forehead. I feel as though I could sit in the middle of blizzard and still be burning up.

We were kicked out of our apartment on Friday.

My life is better because of you. A lot better. In particular, there are three things I’d like to thank you for.

My dearest friend,

Two gentleman sit on the park bench. It’s mid-morning. They’re having a few beers and enjoying the day.