A man speeds down the road in top gear on the back of his Ducati 1100. His palms clutch at the throttle while the wind slams against him. His heart pounds but his eyes are steady. To his left is death. To his right is death.
ADD they said. The boy couldn't focus they said. And he believed them until he bought his beautiful cherry red Ducati. "I know what life is," he thinks and in that moment when all he knows is the road, and the wind, and the feel of all that speed, he realizes that there was no ADD. Not for him at least.
A person can learn to obtain that same level of focus demanded from highly intense activities through mindfulness. Through studying a candle flame. Through counting ones breath. Difficult at first but rewarding over time.