Zmeditation- Symptoms of an Abnormally Normal Mind
Normally, the mind is like a monkey jumping from the branch of a mango tree to a guava tree and then to an apple tree. Well, such an orchard does exist in the minds of all of us. There are thoughts related, thoughts unrelated; thoughts coherent, thoughts incoherent; thoughts necessary, thoughts unnecessary. Strange are the purposeful and futile wanderings of the mind; strange are the reasons it coins to convert futile into purposeful. It is difficult to agree with a philosopher who says that human beings do not utilize even 20% of their mind; Think that the figure should be 5%!
Voluntary and Involuntary Thoughts
There are thoughts that you desire to have in the present moment; or the thoughts that have an immediate coherent relevance with the current thinking process. These thoughts will be called voluntary thoughts. And, there are thoughts that have either an incoherent or no relationship with your current voluntary thoughts. They will be called involuntary thoughts. They are either about past or future. You are listening to your favorite piece of music and suddenly you hear your neighbor’s dog barking. This prompts a series of thoughts related to barking of the dog, your relations with your neighbor, you’re past duels and so on. You are now involuntarily lost in your neighbor and his dog instead of voluntarily listening to the music. Your mind may invent one-hundred-and-one reasons to support your loitering, but the fact is that you are tied tightly by the chains of your past or future. Wherever there are the chains of the past, chains of the future shackle you as well, and vice versa.
The mind habitually tries to flee from living in the moment. Due to the momentum of the past, it starts worrying about the future or brooding about the past and does everything to bring you out of the present. Normally, thoughts make the thinker unaware of their presence. When thoughts are present, the awareness of their presence gets lost; when the awareness is awakened, the thoughts fade away in it.
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