Can I be happy? Will I ever find love? Does any of this even fucking matter? While the answer to each of these questions is a likely “no,” that doesn’t mean you need to spend every minute of every day anxiously perseverating on the futility of life!
What if I told you that by spending only ten minutes each day practicing mindfulness meditation you could reduce that debilitating anxiety to a mere twenty-three hours and fifty minutes?
Would you call me a quack? A peddler of snake oil? Well that’s only because you’re an unenlightened fool. Not only has mindfulness meditation been around for thousands of years, my roommate said his dad read an article somewhere that they’re starting to practice it at this law firm or bank or something in San Francisco. So yeah, it’s pretty legit.
I first discovered mindfulness meditation by accident. I was on a date and this girl started telling me about her trip to India where she met a guy named the Dalai… I wanna say, “Parton?” Apparently this dude used to live in China but needed a change of pace or whatever so he left and now kinda just chills out all day thinking about stuff but like not really thinking, ya know? Basically, picture Yoda but instead of living in a swamp he lives in whatever India looks like.
So she shows me this meditation shit for about 10 minutes and I gotta say it really helped clear my mind. My mind was so clear that, when I opened my eyes, I saw my date was gone and the bartender said she had paid the whole tab. I immediately get anxious, hoping that she’s okay, but holy shit were those ten minutes great. And on top of that, her covering the drinks seemed like a great sign. I’d definitely recommend mindfulness meditation after my experience.
Sure, I spent the next 23 hours and 50 minutes in crippling peril pacing back and forth across the apartment wondering why this girl hasn’t texted me back yet, but I’m thinking about trying that meditation thing for a second time to see if it helps. Hope it helps you too!