Consider this, old friend. Attention is like an electrical current. In the physical world, electricity flows through a circuit and powers whatever it reaches. A lamp illuminates. A fan begins to spin. A machine comes alive. However, unplug the current, and the movement will gradually stop. Perhaps attention works much the same way within us. Whatever you continually give your attention to, you give energy to. Give attention to a thought . . . and the thought comes alive. Give attention to a fear . . . and the fear gathers momentum. Give attention to a memory, and suddenly the past comes back to life in your mind's theater. Attention is the current that keeps the machinery of thought running. So, for a quiet moment, simply unplug the current of attention from the thinking instrument . . . the mind. Do not fight your thoughts. Do not try to silence them. Simply stop supplying them with your attention. Let the fan continue spinning if it wishes. Let thoughts arise . . ....
Reflect on how truly strange our journey through human life is. We arrive on this little planet suspended in the vastness of space . . . seemingly from nowhere. No map in our hands. No memory of where we came from. No explanation of why we are here. No beginner’s manual tucked beneath our arm. The curtain simply rises . . . and we find ourselves already standing upon the stage. Welcome to the great human drama. A play that began long before our entrance and will continue long after our character has taken its final bow. And perhaps the great tragedy is not that we entered the play. Perhaps the tragedy is that we forgot it was a play. We became the character. We inherited a name, a family, a culture, a history—and a collection of beliefs about ourselves and the world. We inherited something else, too: the unfinished fears and wounds of those who came before us. Long before we possessed the power of reason to question it, the script was already being written within us. T...