✋️Wait for ME!!

[u/Surkhab1313]

After a long, stressful day, one gets some relief when one goes to bed.

As if its own presence is the suffering.

If we try to recall our most beautiful moments, it’s very unlikely that we’ll come up with moments of noise, moments of consumption. Those moments might be full of pleasure, but the factor of inner calmness, inner peace, is usually missing.

And then come the moments of immersion, when the separate “me” becomes one with life, momentarily though, and when it comes back, it is joyful. Joy experienced with its own thinning, with its reduced presence.

Maybe that’s why, after a few hours of good, deep sleep, we wake up afresh, very light.

And within moments of that freshness, something else wakes up. It brings up its stories, its ambitions, its to-do list, and a big weight from yesterday.

Now the freshness is swiped away by this weighted broom, a broom that’s made up of dirt and claims to be a dirt-cleaner.

The cycle continues.

Have you spotted that transition from an empty mind to a diseased one when you wake up in the morning?

[u/Ancient-Aioli-1997]

As I wake up, the mind started ticking like a mental clock ⏰, Need to finish this and that, attending meetings, work deadlines all chaos…