Sneaky

'Forty-sixth,' I thought painfully as I finished the circulation and started on the forty-seventh.

This is the furthest I had reached in my practice, and it is taking my all to continue, but I am doing it. It had been three weeks since I have come to the world and twenty nights since I was practicing and even now; I had not succeeded.

For others, it is significant progress, but for me, it is not. Especially with all the favorable things.

So, I pressed further, screaming in the privacy screen as I circulated further, not caring about the veins on my head popping up or my voice becoming hoarse.

I kept circulating and finally circulated the forty-seventh circulation and moved to the forty-eight. I only need to circulate it and I will succeed. The refinement would be within my reach.

I did not stop and pressed ahead, even when the blood leaked from my eyes and every hole in my body.