Walking up in the hills behind the Stanford campus, sitting still in the quietness of my office, running fast on the treadmill, inevitably, the same obstacle rises over and over again.
What is it that stands in the way of peace, right there, right now?
Certainly nothing to be found on the outside, but rather certain thoughts, all to do with 'I'. Mind-made constructs with the potency of obscuring the happiness of just being. Ideas that find fault with just walking or just sitting. Mind's compulsion to constantly build up the ego with plans about the future and roles to play. In all cases, shrinkage felt in the heart, and with it, suffering.
For now, nothing to do but be aware. At some point, maybe the mind will get tired?