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We are always thinking. Even when we think we aren't. Even when we're flipping through photos on Facebook, or watching TV, sometimes even when we're reading a book. Thoughts that float through your head like irridescent bubbles, if you don't try to catch them, they're gone so fast that if you suddenly look up from the page of the suspense novel you were readingwon't even realize that they were there.
These are the most startling thoughts, the ones which trickle by like sunshine, weightless and featherlike when you think that you're thinking of something else. And sometimes, when your feeling particularly clear headed (or conversely are so sleepy that you're waiting for your mind to drift off) you can pick out these thoughts. Sometimes I wonder, whose thoughts are these? They can be strange and heavy, filling you with a bewildered sadness which you can't pinpoint to anything in particular. They can be full of insight.
And when you see the things in your own mind like a recording of a foreign language movie, and I mean really see it, without feeling any emotions for the actors, who aren’t your friends and family but just people, you hear their words and believe them for what they are sometimes you understand things more clearly. The things we want to believe, the things we feel strongly like sadness jealousy and fear they impose onto people and incidents much the same way that music on a scene from a movie does. That becomes the thought, the real truth gets lost in the interpretation we make out of it. Whenever we recall the thought, we’re filled with all those emotions we associated with it.
Floating around in our subconscious, these pure memories, just people and words and actions, they lurk. And at that rare moment when you can understand it, they bring a world of clarity to you. You never have to feel anything, its all in your mind, what you feel is what you’ve decided to feel. Sounds too easy? But its true. To feel at peace with a memory which once caused you pain sometimes you have to just think of it, just the pure memory instead of avoiding it. Return it to what it is, just a plain thought. A piece of light. :)
These are the most startling thoughts, the ones which trickle by like sunshine, weightless and featherlike when you think that you're thinking of something else. And sometimes, when your feeling particularly clear headed (or conversely are so sleepy that you're waiting for your mind to drift off) you can pick out these thoughts. Sometimes I wonder, whose thoughts are these? They can be strange and heavy, filling you with a bewildered sadness which you can't pinpoint to anything in particular. They can be full of insight.
And when you see the things in your own mind like a recording of a foreign language movie, and I mean really see it, without feeling any emotions for the actors, who aren’t your friends and family but just people, you hear their words and believe them for what they are sometimes you understand things more clearly. The things we want to believe, the things we feel strongly like sadness jealousy and fear they impose onto people and incidents much the same way that music on a scene from a movie does. That becomes the thought, the real truth gets lost in the interpretation we make out of it. Whenever we recall the thought, we’re filled with all those emotions we associated with it.
Floating around in our subconscious, these pure memories, just people and words and actions, they lurk. And at that rare moment when you can understand it, they bring a world of clarity to you. You never have to feel anything, its all in your mind, what you feel is what you’ve decided to feel. Sounds too easy? But its true. To feel at peace with a memory which once caused you pain sometimes you have to just think of it, just the pure memory instead of avoiding it. Return it to what it is, just a plain thought. A piece of light. :)
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