I was always impatient with meditation and mindfulness because it seemed to be a totally futile effort to simply sit somewhere and try to “think away” my problems.

The key was not to think of it as a solution to any of my problems, nor would it magically kick away my worries.

The key was to see it as a practice to be comfortable with discomfort, and to find a place of peace inside even whilst surrounded by outwardly anxieties and problems in life.

To sit with discomfort isn’t to ignore it, but to observe it without judging it. To treat it as an old friend passing by and not as an enemy. To accept imperfections as they are, and not try to change even what hurts.