I’d say I’m more enlightened than Buddha ever was. He certainly never had a smelly child’s finger thrust into his closed eye while in the middle of a sit and remained calm. I have. I feel connected to the moment, I don’t think too much about the past or present, I am here, now. Until I start reading… Reading sets my mind ablaze. New ideas. New perspectives. My mind hums with excitement, all of a sudden I wake up, and a one hour walk flashed by in an instant. If anything pulls me from the present moment thinking does.
So is thinking good or bad? Life feels peaceful. I feel content. When I’m walking and noticing the birds and the leaves and thoughts are floating through my brain without much attention. I feel like I’m where I’m supposed to be. When I’m thinking about new things my mind feels excited and chaotic and my attention is anywhere but here. But I love it.
Do these two states conflict with one another? Is the answer, like everything else in life, balance? We will see.
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