It is deep into the night, 2:18 a.m., and my right knee has begun its familiar, needy throbbing; it’s a level of discomfort that sits right on the edge of being unbearable. The ground seems more unforgiving tonight than it was twenty-four hours ago, a physical impossibility that I nonetheless believe completely. The room is silent except for the distant sound of a motorbike that lingers on the edge of hearing. I am sweating slightly, despite the air not being particularly warm. The mind wastes no time in turning this physical state into a technical failure.
The Anatomy of Pain-Plus-Meaning
Chanmyay pain. That phrase appears like a label affixed to the physical sensation. I didn't consciously choose the word; it just manifested. The raw data transforms into "pain-plus-narrative."
Am I observing it correctly? Should I be noting it more clearly, or perhaps with less intensity? Is the very act of observing it a form of subtle attachment? The actual ache in my knee is dwarfed by the massive cloud of analytical thoughts surrounding it.
The "Chanmyay Doubt" Loop
I make an effort to observe only the physical qualities: the heat and the pressure. Then, uncertainty arrives on silent feet, pretending to be a helpful technical question. "Chanmyay doubt." Maybe my viriya (effort) is too aggressive. Or maybe I'm being lazy, or I've completely misinterpreted the entire method.
Maybe I misunderstood the instructions years ago and everything since then has been built on a slight misalignment that no one warned me about.
That thought hits harder than the physical pain in my knee. I catch myself subtly adjusting my posture, then freezing, then adjusting again because it feels uneven. My back tightens in response, as if it’s offended I didn't ask permission. There’s a tight ball in my chest—not exactly pain, but a dense unease.
Communal Endurance vs. Private Failure
I remember times on retreat where pain felt manageable because it was communal. Pain felt like a shared experience then. Now it feels personal, isolated. It feels like a secret exam that I am currently bombing. The thought "this is wrong practice" repeats like a haunting mantra in my mind. The fear is that I'm just hardening my ego rather than dissolving it.
The Trap of "Proof" and False Relief
I encountered a teaching on "wrong effort" today, and my ego immediately used it as evidence against me. “See? This explains everything. You’ve been doing it wrong.” There is a weird sense of "aha!" mixed with a "no!" Relief that the problem has a name, but panic because the solution seems impossible. The tension is palpable as I sit, my jaw locked tight. I relax it. It tightens again five breaths later.
The Shifting Tide of Discomfort
The discomfort changes its here quality, a shift that I find incredibly frustrating. I wanted it to be predictable; I wanted something solid to work with. It feels like a moving target—disappearing only to strike again elsewhere. I try to maintain neutrality, but I fail. I see my own reaction, and then I get lost in the thought: "Is noticing the reaction part of the path, or just more ego?"
The doubt isn't theatrical; it's a subtle background noise that never stops questioning my integrity. I offer no reply, primarily because I am genuinely unsure. My breath is shallow, but I don’t correct it. I know from experience that any attempt to force "rightness" will only create more knots to undo.
I hear the ticking, but I keep my eyes closed. It’s a tiny victory. The sensation of numbness is spreading through my foot, followed by the "prickling" of pins and needles. I remain, though a part of me is already preparing to shift. It’s all very confused. All the categories have collapsed into one big, messy, human experience.
I am not leaving this sit with an answer. The discomfort hasn't revealed a grand truth, and the uncertainty is still there. I am just here, acknowledging that "not knowing" is also the path, even if I don’t know exactly what to do with it yet. Continuing to breathe, continuing to hurt, continuing to exist. Which feels like the only honest thing happening right now.