A man traveled late at night in the rain with his wife by his side. He thought about enlightenment and how hard it seemed to be to achieve. He needed to do everything he could to keep up his study of it. This trip he was on with his wife seemed to be one of many things in his way, a chore to be done.
He couldn't find a balance between his meditation practice and his everyday life. He was making lists in his head of all the things he needed to do. It all seemed very difficult, important, and stressful.
In the dark, his wife laughed. The noise interrupted his thoughts.
"What?" he said, irritated.
"Did you ever lie down at the top of a hill and roll to the bottom?" she said.
It took him a moment to remember. "Yes. As a child."
"Well, that's what I was just thinking about."
"Oh." He stared in wonder at her for a moment. He thought about the grass around him on a hill he'd climbed as a child. He forgot about his lists. He watched the road ahead and the rain.