I recently read a book called ‘Drive’ by Daniel H. Pink. It was an interesting book, and it affected me personally and emotionally. The strange thing though is that it didn’t affect me in the way I thought it would have done.
Meditation has been around for thousands of years, it is present in countless religions and has been used for various purposes around the world. Originating in India, meditative practices were originally spread via caravans on the silk road.
How many times have I promised to myself to complete a task on time, to do something for somebody, to accomplish a goal, and never really done it? Many. Many is a word I use to quantify the unquantifiable number of times I have not done what I was meant to do. All because of one shitty word; excuses. Lame, life-eating excuses.