…ever so often I long for a Zen mentality.

Not the fighting capabilities that would make me kick ass.

Nor would I want the image of a wise old Zenmaster: “Master, I don’t know how to deal with my stressful life, give me advice!”
“The small pebble might be easily hurled around by the ravaging water, but it is also the most beautiful one…”

Just the smile and calm nature. The shitstorm blows over me and my composure stays the same. Calm, smiling and not changed a bit…