But it was in this moment, lying in bed late at night, that I first realized that the voice in my head—the running commentary that had dominated my field of consciousness since I could remember—was kind of an asshole.

The getting lost and recovering - that is the meditation.

The act of catching yourself wandering and coming back to your breath is a bicep curl for your brain.

If you're meditating and it's easy, you're either enlightened or you're cheating.

Meditation is just simple brain exercise. I exercise and this made sense to me.

What meditation does is allow you to actually survive these emotions as opposed to compartmentalizing and having them come up and make you a shithead in other areas of your life. The alternative is to be miserable, and I don't think we're living in a wise way when we do that.

When you have one foot in the future and the other in the past, you piss on the present.