Here I am again,
Attempting to make sense of the world in front of me and the world within, and as i write this piece, it all seems like an echo in my existence.
(I know...hard to grasp, but read on.)
For the longest time, it didn’t dawn on me how thinking itself is an act, something that you have control over and you can choose to switch it on...or off.
(Yeah. An off button to the endless stream of thought that rules our mere mortal’s lives. Pretty cool. Sign me up.)
To give some context, if my life up till this point was a curriculum, I’d have the best notes, the most concise record of events that had an effect on me, and the most elaborate takeaways and learnings from all of it. This is just how I have “taken on” life. My mind has paid attention, like real good attention… never flinched, never blinked, mostly because I didn’t know any other way to take life in. I have analysed the shit out of life to the point where now I feel just OK.
OK Being.
You see, there is this awareness that comes through when you realise the non-urgent-ness of thinking, and you observe how thinking is a tool to help live your life, and not an inseparable component that comes attached with it.
So, on days when you feel sucked into an inescapable trial of thoughts about the life that’s passed by and the life that is come, just give yourself and your thinking mind a seat as you look at the life around you, where to indulge in questioning, judging or analysing any moment of your life seems trivial, because you realise that wherever you’re in life right now, is the only life you’re supposed to be living and not the one in your head.
Even though realistically, at any given moment you can choose to switch the button on and snap out of that awareness and associate your experiences with thoughts, categorise them as good or bad, and build up the stories you tell yourself, but at some point, when it hits you that you can take an experience and make anything out of it (literally anything), it suddenly doesn’t seem all that necessary...and at that very moment, you’ve found your switch.
Humans have this disposition to perceive themselves as something “out” of life, which creates a sense of separateness where they take the stance of a viewer and critic life, but life is supposed to be lived in a flow, where your present demands your attention as if you’re one with it and that leaves you with no time to think or reason with life, and that is okay...because the quietness and effortless faith that is embedded in all life-like things, is also innately there in all human beings, and we are no separate from the seeds that grow into trees, for they are so busy being that they eventually become.
To sum it up, thinking is an untamed bull running directionless-ly, and once you take control and see through the malleability of a thought, it liberates you, yet at the same time makes you wonder… "what the hell do I do with it now?"
To be honest, I’m figuring that one out myself, so at best I can say that every experience you have is raw material to create, so if you find yourself thinking life out… think a good one.
(Or just use up your mental energy to write up blogs on the realisations you have about your sexy existence on planet earth, how ironic)
Meeत
Cogito, ergo sum