Last June, my girlfriend & I took part in a week-long silent meditation retreat in Koh Samui, Thailand. It was simple. We slept in wooden cots with wooden pillows, situated in large open rooms. Two large geckos lived in mine. We woke up before the sun. We had two meals…

Some number of years ago, the man awoke — not just from the night’s sleep, but from a deep, deep slumber that had lasted more than thirty years.

Some number of years ago, the man awoke — as he had done the morning before, and all the mornings before that…

It’s 6:22am. I’m sitting in San Francisco International Airport. I landed here seven & a half hours ago from New York, & I leave in five & a half hours for Shanghai. & then a short flight to Phnom Penh. & then a bus to Siem Reap. All in all…

Inhale. Exhale. Repeat, forever.

This is a little heady, but…

A remarkable companionship exists between us & our breath. From the moment (more or less) that we come into this world until the moment we leave it, the breath is with us. It’s our first friend, & our last.

There is truth in the breath.

& everything else is just a story — a perception of reality. What you think. The way you feel. What you think others feel. It’s all made up, really. The only real — the only truth — is now. & the breath is now. The breath is constant. It provides comfort. & it’s the only guarantee, really.

When I left Vayner four months ago, I had a vision for how things would go. I’d decompress, travel for a few months, come home to New York, & pick my life back up. I’d find the next career opportunity. Work hard. Play basketball in the mornings. Brunch on the…

Sam Taggart (@gosam)

Nomadic heart. These are thoughts.

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