Imagine a day where you are born anew every day. Every morning, ultimately every moment, your slate is clean, absent of all burdens, attachments, and worries.
Yesterday’s search for a book of writing prompts I thought was not mine and had yet to appreciate was replaced by a digital counterpart this morning, my journaling software.
Do you treat life like is an entity with a will of its own and believe that you are at its mercy?
I gradually became conscious of my presence as the first rays of the day peered through the cracks of the curtains, giving shape and form to my bedroom.
Usually, I would invest my first woken moments scanning thoughts, feelings, and sensations on the body…
This morning I did not need to. Something was off.
If there is something we suffer too much from, it is a state of want. The energy of I want is akin to the energy of I wish… there is no attraction, no substance.
Where is your woman? – the waitress asked. Still sleeping, I replied, adding the additional information about our difference in sleeping hours.
The choice of me being a vegan was already made before this life. At least that is what it feels like in retrospect.
How much of this is nature and how much is of a spiritual nature I cannot say. Neither am I comfortable separating the two, not anymore.
The real reason to get anything done is when they are aligned with something more elevated as they are only a separate piece of a larger picture.