I was told once that the mind is the greatest storyteller there is, and good storytellers always make the story feel real. The good ones make you feel as though you were there experiencing every moment with them. You know exactly what I'm talking about if you've ever had a flashback of a person or situation that hurt you, and all of sudden you're filled with rage, fear, or sadness. It's like the experience doubled itself, and for a moment it's as though you're right there in the center of the hurt all over again. The truth of the moment you're actually in escapes you, and the greatest narrator of them all goes off script from the present dragging you somewhere deep into the past or future. Just this morning I was struggling through a yoga practice with each moment of stillness, asana, inhale/exhale bombarded with mental stories as loud as echoes reverberating in an empty warehouse. "You're doing this wrong", "that doesn't look good", "you're never going to be this...", "you're never going to achieve that..", the list went on and on. I tried my best to bring my focus to my breathing allowing myself to settle into the present moment, and find that still, small voice that I've been told is the voice of reason. The same one that time and time again has eluded me with it's quietness.
I was always met with silence because there's no other voice in there but my own.
I AM that still, small voice I seek.
It's MY job to speak truth amongst the clattering of egoism, insecurities, & doubt. I'm the only voice of reason when misperceptions of the past or preconceived conclusions of the future repeat themselves. I'm t