I told my friend that I love it when I engage in physical or mental hard labour because it drains me of this restless energy. You know, the one that allows me the luxury of overthinking, or "trying to make sense of things". Because when I'm maxxed out, I don't have to care or think or feel. My autopilot is engaged and I can just be... and if I offend anyone while I'm in that zen, I actually don't care but I can always say: "yeah, I'm sorry I was just really gassed out". Some times, being constantly forced to be present and aware can be a pain. I appreciate those rumbles, because in those moments I truly shine and I can be sure of who I really am unmasked.
I told my friend that I love it when I engage in physical or mental hard labour because it drains me of this restless energy. You know, the one that allows me the luxury of overthinking, or "trying to make sense of things". Because when I'm maxxed out, I don't have to care or think or feel. My autopilot is engaged and I can just be... and if I offend anyone while I'm in that zen, I actually don't care but I can always say: "yeah, I'm sorry I was just really gassed out". Some times, being constantly forced to be present and aware can be a pain. I appreciate those rumbles, because in those moments I truly shine and I can be sure of who I really am unmasked.