It only hurts when I think
Today, I remembered...
it only hurts when I think.
Strange, magical day, weekend actually. I've spent a lot of time in
this really calm, observant yet immersed state.
Earlier, I was temporarily pulled out of this lovely, natural state by
thinking my usual littany (for me anyway) of; what do I want, what
do I need, am I contributing enough to the world, blah, bah, blah...
Thankfully I was pulled out of this familiar morass with the powerful
truth that my "thinking" self, my ego, is not what's important here.
What's important is the soul.
I was once again reminded of how the ego is much like an ignorant
child, full of wants and unspeakable fears, all woven into an illusion,
arbitrary and silly.
I started to feel the customary tension/unease that goes with this type
of thinking but quickly realized this pain was not necessary nor real.
It's just a conditioned response, a bad habit.
Voila! It only hurts when we think.