As I sat on my step  watching my neighbor do her daily laundry, I saw an ant carrying a feather almost 2.5 cm long.Thirty times her size? How many ants would fit in a feather? The floor was tiled with grooves. For the poor ant, they must have felt like hills, but that didn’t stop her—the ant kept going... The feather swayed wildly from side to side as if it were dancing. It seemed like it would fall at any moment and touch the ground... but it didn’t. And the ant—stubborn—co

That intense, powerful, and uncontrollable impulse. That excessive and imperceptible attachment. That insatiable, endless desire, which drags us—without us wanting it—into a wheel so sharp and infallible that it leaves almost no room for error. If we let it loose, it multiplies so quickly, and without even noticing, we subtly shift from attachment to objects to an addiction to craving itself: we become addicted to the feeling of desiring. Addicted to that adrenaline, to that

Be aware. Stay “awake.” Be equanimous. Each breath is a new opportunity to start again… What “things” make me happy? My mind kept thinking. Of course, that’s what we had come for. When I could, I went back to my list. My personal work. My self-discovery. What was there were not big things—or maybe they were—: they were wishes. Vipassana Experiencia. Day 8 What “things” make me happy? -Reading a good book -Drinking mate -Doing Yoga outdoors -Swimming in nature. Correction: