The story of practicing cardiac initiation begins when you go to a meditation class. A week after returning to her hometown to visit her mother, the day she returned to Hanoi, she declared: "From now on, I will not mind the scenery anymore". He sighed, opened the refrigerator and grumbled, "You've finished the sausage and you're telling me why I have to laugh".
As for you, you sit and meditate every morning for 30 minutes. One day while meditating, the argument between the neighbor's family resounded with many sick words, he saw her still sitting still, even a little... laughing. What happened to you? He asked.
No. I am observing my emotions, then giving up, you answered. After a week of "training", you invited him to try it.
The peak of "having a crush" was the day the two went drinking. The restaurant was crowded, waiting 20 minutes for the first dish to arrive, you sat silently. He was boiling profusely. Then we discussed it with the customer but had some first. He stood up and sat there to serve.
You pull back, say: "This is the time to practice!". He laughed "What to practice? It's a fake business, you have to accept it." You say lightly, "Please give it to others, who knows, if your things are fresh, they will wait for customers to call before making them for a while". When the dish was available, he immediately tried it and nodded, "Ngon, it's better than breaking the fat guy restaurant at the beginning of the street".
Now the two invite each other to meditate together every week, spending 5 minutes each morning to "sweep the mind" like sweeping the house. Not to be a Zen master, but to let traffic jams, calls to bother, or see prices escalate, still not go crazy as usual.
You draw the conclusion: practicing heart disease does not make life easier, but makes you less burdened with it. It is like eating balut more fried, not mandatory, but some are more fragrant and fragrant.
