I have a friend.

A good friend. 

We have been friends since grade two.

She is into Meditation. 

Really into it. 

She travels the world. 

You can tell she meditates. 

Just by her glow. 

Just by what she says. 

Just by, well, everything. 

I have always been fascinated by it. 

How people can calm their minds. 

Tune things out. 

Get rid of the garbage. 

Bring in the good. 

I have given it a few ‘shots.’ 

But it is hard, really hard. 

I go 100km/h inside. 

Nothing negative. 

Just ‘things.’ 

Always been this way. 

Now and then, I set myself up in the house. 

I grasp the peace for a moment. 

Then I am back at 100km/h. 

I am trying to lengthen the ‘moment.’ 

I am not beating myself up over it. 

As long as I am moving forward, I am content. 

But I like things that move along faster. 

I thought about this the other day. 

Especially the ‘moving forward’ part. 

Perhaps meditation would work better for me, if I was actually moving forward. 

Like on my bike. 

Perhaps it was not working for me sitting still. 

I headed out one day for a ride, with this as my main goal. 

I realized something a few kilometres in. 

I have been meditating for years. 

‘I go 100km/h inside.’ 

Insert sighing emoji here. 

‘There is another way to ride.’