Atop a mountain sat the then rushed man. When greeted with the view of what he had conquered, it became clear to him that there was added baggage he had have moved for seemingly zero reason now. Why does this occur nearing the achievement? Why if only it could occur in the beginning! he thought. Then again, the next time he scales this rock, would he hold the extra weight? It would probably be left at the beginning. For that, that is experience. Rush rush rush, while a little moment of silence could have alluded to drop the weight far sooner. As if the man had raced past a monk halfway up the mountain, they had stopped the meditate. A waste of time hm? Or would it be that monk to be waiting him as he arrived that would sooner bestow an inkling to the notion of patience and respect to the processes of life. There is experience in reaction, and experience in action. The difference is pacing and intention.

Meditate.

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