I measure this in the Starting Point Measurements. The measure is called: “To what degree you honor your emotions as reality?”
Emotions are like the hood ornament, the painted decorations, the wheel whatever shiny things on a car. They have nothing to do with where the car is going, how the car is driving, the only things that matter.
And yet, when you observe people, they hang out there, and their life passes them by. Continue reading “Indulging in emotions and thoughts is the favorite pastime of the unproductive”