My roommate was laying on his bed, staring blankly at the bare ceiling. We were sharing a tiny concrete cell roughly 7 square feet in size, and we hadn’t spoken to each other in 8 days. Normally if you haven’t spoken to your roommate in 8 days it’s because you’re fighting.

But we weren’t fighting. We were meditating.

http://www.menshealth.com/guy-wisdom/what-i-learned-after-ten-days-of-meditation?utm_campaign=DailyDose&utm_source=menshealth.com&utm_medium=newsletter&smartcode=YN_0022436042_0001617336&sha1hashlower=7c4065acb880907b2ca27e22823df685343edadc&md5hash=0ae3cd8c4200634c5b69f5535f20b06a

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