When you are busy, your mind has no time to reflect on anything. What you encounter--whether a place or person, a thought or feeling--only receives a brief glance before it is shoved into a dark and dusty corner of your mind. But what happens when things slow down enough for that reflection? You don't even think of that. All that comes to mind is that boredom from having nothing to do. You're itching to get up and move, to exhaust yourself and leave no room for a breath.

So what is it that we truly want?