Trying days.

Back in Beirut, I used to dream about tiring days of physical activity with my friend Phineas, about not knowing where I would sleep, and about a distant but realisable goal (Finisterre). Well, I now understand the old adage, be careful what you wish for (...). The physical aches have lost their pleasant novelty, and so often my mind races ahead and fixates on the distance still to go, or starts to make anxiety-inducing plans for the future; anything approaching a peaceful state of beneficent mindfulness is lost, and there's a whole lot of dukka. These are the trying days.