In the end, there is only one journey. All beings, all things, are making one and the same journey.
Try this: focus on breath. That is, turn the inner gaze down into the belly and either experience the sensations there as the breaths come and go, or else become aware of the space in which the breaths arise and fall – a kind of interior hall.
Then shift the gaze to somewhere in the distance, not too definitively, as if gazing beyond a far-off horizon. Then tangential to your gaze, you can still sense the breaths coming and going, and “see,” as if just below your line of sight, the belly expanding and contracting. Enjoy.
In the end, there is only one journey.
All beings, all things, are making one and the same journey.
Everything, each thing, is just waiting to be met. The tiny crumb-sized shadow on the wall right beneath a little unevenness in the plaster-work: it has a reality, a power of existence, which if met brings us into communion with the whole of creation. Let’s not despise or ignore it. We may have to open ourselves up more than is familiar, but isn’t it worth it?