Some days the meaning of life evades me. You do your thing, think your thoughts, live your life, but what is the point? The pain is right under the surface, ready to be noticed, to be felt, to be recognized – if you dare… What is the meaning of pain? Pain in a yoga pose, pain in your heart, painful memories that fly through your mind, forgotten pain resurfacing? It is to remind you of the power of letting go! The urge to let go! To knock your head with a hammer so that you do not, once again, fall asleep. Sometimes I wonder, is there anybody out there? I know the answer ;;; NO, nobody is *out there*. It is all about the *in here*. Well, sometimes I also wonder, is there anybody in here? Then, all I need to do, is listen… to what the pain is telling me.