Gong at 4am. It was my alarm clock for 10 days. Yes. Most mornings I felt like covering my head under the blanket and pretend I didn't hear that stupid gong instead of facing a day filled with 10 hours of meditation. No, I was not sitting like a Buddha reincarnate all day long for 10 days though I entertained the idea of keeping that image of ‘serene me’ in your head by not confessing how bloody hard it was to meditate that much. IT WAS HARD. At the end of August this summer,