There are times that I sense some intangible, and perhaps tiny people running restlessly in my mind. I try to ask them slow down or take some break, yet fail - even during the hour of yoga practice, when my body and breath are working hard to find their balances.
Either the tiny guys don't know me too well and can't reckon my request, or they don't understand the language that I am using. Anyhow, after some failed attempts, I try to run together with them, sometimes even leave them behind. It works quite well. I feel a slight sense of triumph.
Sometimes I do feel proud of myself for whatever little progress that is made on the path of discovery (of life)
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