It is getting to the point where all actions are becoming equivalent to me.

Of course, if I am busy designing a plastic toy, or negotiating to buy a company, or I am playing with my daughter, or I am sitting cross legged in the morning at 7:00AM, the material result and the feelings are obviously different.

But on another level, the result for me is the same.  They are all actions that lead to a temporary circumstance that eventually always changes.  Pleasure and pain always pass, and something else happens, things fall apart or fall together, people come and go, and the cycle repeats.

This is what drives me to sit each morning.   When there is nothing left, I finally get myself to sit, quietly, knowing there is nothing to run to or from just because my mind really, really, really wants something new to do.

Mind screams, I do my best not to listen, without judgement, just to let the thoughts go.