I haven’t meditated in a long time until just recently honestly. When I do, too much bubbles up. The past, the present, and the future scream what should’ve, could’ve, and need to be done and I start feeling immensely overwhelmed but even in that there’s always this small voice that whispers one second at a time, one minute at a time, one hour at a time, one day at a time because it all passes anyway. Meditation makes me aware that balance is real. Sometimes I just want to hide away in the spiritual all of the time because it feels more beneficial but I know that the human experience is to be experienced. Above all, when I do meditate I find a lot of love for myself, even when I still have progress to make. Meditation makes me look at myself as someone who’s just acquired an abandoned house on overgrown land. I go inside with a light, journeying from room to room, inspecting, planning, and executing piece by piece making a home.