Twisted mind - what’s real what’s not?

What if world as we know it is not real?

What if all we see is upside down?

Who decided which perspective is right or wrong?

’To post or not to post today?’ - I was wondering this morning on my way to the Saturday’s street market.

’Maybe I’ll just draft something to post for when I’m back home and too busy to write’ I thought to myself.

’Or maybe I should finish this year strong?’ said another voice in my head.

You know that voice in your head that never ever shuts up? At times it drives me crazy if I’m honest:

• It changes its mind on a second to second basis,
• It argues with itself,
• Sometimes it’s kind and encouraging,
• Other times it’s rude and offensive,
• It loves to go on a downward spiral of late,
• Then it throws some scraps of hope again.

While waiting for the water to boil, I was looking at the pictures that I took this afternoon. I was over the moon seeing the snow dropping more and more, despite the fact I had to go pick up my car after my dad’s friend called to say it was serviced and ready for me.

Driving in snow on winter tyres is no joke. Yet I stopped in the forest on the way back home to take a few shots and dance in the snow. I’m not even kidding! I was in the forest on my own and if birds could think they would wonder why am I singing:

‘Life is life! Na na na na na’ over and over again, while jumping, throwing my hadns in the air and doing weird piruets.

My inner child was enjoying the snow to the fullest.

Water finally boiled and I got up to make a coffee.

I glanced at my phone the table and I saw it. A different perspective:

Reading ‘The Untethered Soul’ by Michael A. Singer really made watch that crazy brain of mine up close and the more I do so, the less I’m interested in listening to this twisted thing.

Our human brain is a wonderful thing. It invented the cars, so we can move faster and bridges to go over the water. It sent people into deep space. Thanks to human brain people are no longer dying of diseases that once wiped out huge amount of our kind.

It also created wars. And money. And politics.

And what if trees grew out of sky rather than earth?

What if Earth was blue and buildings reached down 🤷🏻‍♀️

What if cars were parked in the sky?

Weird and wonderful is a human brain. Very twisted at times. But that’s due to the tasks we gave it, protecting our hearts from hurting and any other discomfort being the mainly task we employ our brains with.

One of those days, after listening to one of Singer’s podcasts I wrote a letter to my brain, where I relieved it of duty of protecting my heart. I apologised my brain for tasking it with such a ridiculous job. What does brain know about the matters of the heart? It’s the most complex software we know and it knows how to think. In fact, it’s really good at it. But it knows nothing of the feelings. Would I ask a computer to feel the love for me? Rather not.

So I gave it some rest.

It worked for a little while, but since I’ve programmed it this way for years, one command might have not been enough. Once I turned my focus to something else, it started working overtime again to try and fix me. As a result I was miserable again, as the brain was twisting my judgement again.

‘Eat that huge dessert and you’ll feel better. It’s so unfair that you can’t indulge yourself while feeling so shit’ it wispered and I listened.

Why or why?

To remind me what happens when I let go of what I know is right for me and listen to that twisted room mate that sits in my head and thinks it knows it all.

A wake up call came sooner or later. In the business and despair I let all the good practices go, but as soon as I started feeding my body with nutricious meals, I was clear enough what to do.

‘You have all days for yourself, there is no excuse not to meditate for 7 minutes each day’ shouted the mind equipped with a little dose of clarity.

I listened.

• Day 1 - 7 minutes.

• Day 2 - 7 mintutes.

• Day 3 - 7 mintues.

• Day 4 - 28 mintues.

• Day 5 - 21 minutes.

No matter the lenght. 7 minutes for breath exercises is the minimum and then I either get up or carry on sitting and listening to some healing frequencies for as long as it feels, watching that twisted mind and at times just being. Just being is where I want to be. To catch some perspective.

It really changes with every day of sticking to what my mind told me in that short moment of clarity and so does my mood.

And sometimes, just sometimes the path becomes clear again.

Rules and theme announcement Persepctive can be changed in seconds though. Just as easy as flipping that picture for #pobphotocontest. Click the blue -> by @friendlymoose althought the theme this week is FREE, no archives.