Counting the mileage
When I was at University I always calculated the cost of gas it took to visit my parents. My little 2 door hatchback got about 40 miles per gallon, gas was about $1 per gallon, and my parents lived almost 20 miles away.
I have spent years of my life calculating fractions of pennies in hopes that finding specifics would bring me peace. It has brought me fast wit and a mathematically accurate map of the world around me. But it has not brought me peace.
Ironically it seems that peace is available in the letting go. The less attached I am to the specifics the more free I feel.
At the same time, if I am attached to escaping the specifics (ie running away) then that becomes a new attachment altogether. Such a mindset of escape keeps me from the peace in my centeredness.
My intention is to find balance between my calculating mind, my active body, and my knowing soul.
I still calculate my fuel economy every time I fill my gas tank. The work continues...