I can feel the wind, but I am not the wind. I can hear the voices and I am not the voices.
Thinking that the voices are significant, engaging with the voices makes us schizophrenic, as if we were many people.
Thoughts, voices, are like the wind. If you start to listening to the wind as if it talked to you, you go crazy. The wind takes over your life, starts running your life, and you go crazy.
The wind whispers, the wind sings. It has nothing to do with you. And so is with all the thoughts.
Hoping for a silent mind is like hoping that everything is given to you without you having to do anything. Really.
Wanting life to be different than it is.
No one can promise you an easy life. No such thing.
The only authentic promise anyone can make is make you a match to life.
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