From observing the people I work with, so many of them appear to be beset by a constant stream of excessive overreaction to the smallest of ordinary, everyday events: a change in the weather, a pen running out, a door that doesn’t open first time, a bump in the road, a stiff handle, a dead battery, a cup of tea slightly too hot or too cold, a wobbly chair…

One tiny catastrophe after another.

All seem to be interpreted as hurdles or roadblocks impeding progress to…what? Where?

Presumably a day, a week, a life without friction.

But friction, obstacles are where most of life lives. Where we truly make contact with what is, not what we want.

It’s just one of life’s great ironies and paradoxes that the more we resist and challenge life the more it sticks. If we can open, allow and accept all of life, particularly its vicissitudes, then we discover all of life just flows on through.