Intentional Practice: Nothing to Say About Anything

Photo of a devil outside a buddhist temple

So I’ve begun meditating again. Just ten minutes a day, in the morning. I attempt to count each breath seven times. That’s it.

In my life to date, counting from one to seven has proven to be the most difficult thing I’ve ever done. Barely has the word “one” exited my mouth when I’m already following some thought in my mind. I’m lucky to count and watch one of my thoughts.

Since I can’t even count to seven without getting distracted, I’m at a point in my life where I feel I can say nothing about anything. I certainly can’t speculate and opine as in the past.

I can’t even count my breath for a seven count. What can I possibly say about another human being that isn’t filtered through my busy, bustling mind?