The will to struggle (spiritually talking)

Snow, rain, cold, in sum: a perfect day to just stay home and advance a few steps into that inner voyage we so forgetfully dismiss because we simply can't handle enough accurately well the steps we supposedly have to advance in our daily struggle to keep up with things related to what we so arbitrarily coincide in calling “reality”. Things! Tell anyone about them. Oh, the horrible things. The things which will happen and those which we miss (or mess) can be equally horrifying. Imagine your neighbor- from- next- door winning the Lotto with, say, 1, 19, 22, 27, 39, 46 when you had the 1, 19, 22, 27, 39, 47, for example, and you will be able to exquisitely appreciate the horribleness of that which WON'T happen to YOU. But this materialistic rant simply doesn't contribute to add so much steps into that inner and spiritual voyage I just mentioned a few lines ago. Doing yoga will? Sorry, Will? Will simply isn't home today.