Right in this moment. I often wonder what the idea of staying in proximity of where my body is located seems like such a big deal? Humans having that blessing/curse of being able to entertain ourselves with stories about “What if” and “I should/shouldn’t” and “If only” things that for the most part come under the heading of “Stories.”
I find the worst stories, akin to nightmares, are driven entirely by Conditioned ego personality. This confinement period has been a wonderful place to practice my awareness of how attached my ego is to habit, patterns, wants, and it’s ability to distract itself.
What I find, if I leave the stories behind and engage, is my surroundings are truly interesting and engaging. With no stories I find there is nothing that doesn’t have meaning. Why? Because, without my stories about a world that isn’t, the real world shines through. The real world, with its Bittersweet experiences, colors, sounds, sights, and feelings that are all waiting for me to attend to them.
I am so fortunate to have the life that i have. Increasingly fortunate to live through all the misadventures and life’s experiences that have added to my perspectives. I am fortunate to have people in my life whom I believe care about me. I am fortunate in so many ways that I did absolutely nothing to produce.
For me this is not about seeing the bright side or building a rosy fantasy mindset. It’s about attention to what is in front of me and how fortunate I am to live in the moment I exist.
Thanks to all,