The clock reads 2:18 a.m., and a persistent, dull ache in my right knee is competing for my attention—not enough to force a shift, but plenty to destroy my calm. There is a strange hardness to the floor tonight that wasn't there before; it makes no sense, yet it feels like an absolute truth. Aside from the faint, fading drone of a far-off motorcycle, the room is perfectly quiet. A thin layer of perspiration is forming, though the room temperature is quite cool. My consciousness instantly labels these sensations as "incorrect."
The Anatomy of Pain-Plus-Meaning
Chanmyay pain. That phrase appears like a label affixed to the physical sensation. It's an uninvited guest that settles into the awareness. The sensation becomes "pain-plus-meaning."
I start questioning my technique: is my noting too sharp or too soft? 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 attempt to stay with the raw sensation: heat, pressure, throbbing. Then, uncertainty arrives on silent feet, pretending to be a helpful technical question. "Chanmyay doubt." Maybe my viriya (effort) is too aggressive. Maybe I am under-efforting, or perhaps this simply isn't the right way to practice.
There is a fear that my entire meditative history is based on a tiny, uncorrected misunderstanding.
The fear of "wrong practice" is much sharper than any somatic sensation. I find myself fidgeting with my spine, stopping, and then moving again because I can't find the center. The tension in my back increases, a physical rebellion against my lack of trust. A ball of tension sits behind my ribs, a somatic echo of my mental confusion.
Communal Endurance vs. Private Failure
I recall how much simpler it was to sit with pain when I was surrounded by a silent group of practitioners. Pain felt like a shared experience then. Now it feels personal, isolated. Like a solitary trial that I am proving to be unworthy of. “Chanmyay wrong practice” echoes in my head—not as a statement, but as a fear. I worry that I am just practicing my own neuroses instead of the Dhamma.
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. It felt like a definitive verdict: "You have been practicing incorrectly this whole time." There is a weird sense of "aha!" mixed with a "no!" Relief because there is an explanation; panic because fixing it feels overwhelming. Sitting here now, I feel both at once. My jaw is clenched. I release the clench, but it's back within a minute. It’s an automatic reflex.
The Shifting Tide of Discomfort
The discomfort changes its quality, a shift that I find incredibly frustrating. I was looking for something stable to observe; I wanted a "fixed" object. It feels like a moving target—disappearing only to strike again elsewhere. I strive for a balanced mind, but I am clearly biased against the pain. I notice the failure. Then I wonder if noticing the failure is progress or just more thinking.
The doubt isn't theatrical; it's a subtle background noise that never stops questioning my integrity. I remain silent in the face of the question, because "I don't know" is the only truth I have. My breath is shallow, but I don’t correct it. Experience has taught me that "fixing" the moment only creates a new layer of artificiality.
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 haven't moved yet, but I'm negotiating the exit in my mind. The clarity is gone. All the categories have collapsed into one big, messy, human experience.
There is no closure this evening. The pain remains a mystery, and the doubt stays firmly in place. I am simply present with the fact that confusion is also an object of mindfulness, even if I don’t know exactly what to do with it here yet. Just breathing, just aching, just staying. Which feels like the only honest thing happening right now.