The forest was quiet at this hour. Just the sound of the wind whistling as it blew through the trees, and the leaves fluttering down to the forest bed. At certain instances birds would chirp and crickets could be heard. The autumn air was cool with the faint smell of winter.
Ryan, an eight year old, sat crossed legged on the forest floor with his arms folded on his lap in meditation. It was a daily routine for him. His mother told him that meditation would help him to control his emotions. But it was not as easy as it seemed. The nicer the environment around him, the harder it was for him to stay calm. It was as if the peace was too much for him.
But mother said that the harder it is, the better the training, he thought to himself.