Suffering is built into the fabric of life and there is a certain amount of it that’s completely unavoidable. We don’t need to personalize it.
As one breathes in and out with careful attention, one may simply note the varying sensations of breath as soft or hard, wet or dry, cool or warm, and moving or still.
When the mind gets lost in thought, we gently note the distraction as whatever it may be and then return our attention to the sensation of breathing.
I used to shave using the stainless steel mirror bolted to the concrete wall of my cell. I could barely see my face.
We begin to question certainty in anything, understanding that certainty moves a person down the continuum toward violence.