Do you ever feel like dropping out? I do.
I fantasize about disappearing from modern life, including signing off from the internet. In my fantasy, I live simply, spend time in nature, and focus on spiritual practice.
The idea feels scary as my “identity” is still entwined with my external activity. But, ultimately, that’s what needs to be broken, isn’t it?
Do you sometimes dream of dropping out, too? It may seem impossible if you need to make a living. But, maybe you can drop out for a day now and then. Or even a weekend, or an entire month.
Dare to drop out, even just a bit. Let stillness and silence fracture your identity. Then see what’s left. That’s what I tell myself.
No One Belongs to You
It’s normal to feel loss. But, if you recognize that the feeling of loss stems from the false notion that people belong to you, the pain may begin to soften.
No one belongs to you. Everyone is a temporary blessing through which you can learn to become more human, more vulnerable, more loving, and more compassionate.
Mindfulness Meditation Is Not
Mindfulness meditation is not the absence of thoughts. If anyone tells you this, please think about it twice. They are no doubt well-intentioned, but perhaps a bit misinformed.
Through practicing mindfulness mediation, you’ll gradually have fewer thoughts and a calmer, more spacious mind. You may sometimes experience the absence of thoughts. But, it’s only a temporary experience.
If you cling to the absence of thoughts instead of letting the experience pass, your attachment can become an obstacle in your meditation.
Mindfulness is simply being aware in the present moment, whether the mind is calm or in motion. The mind will slowly settle on its own through the practice of awareness, but don’t cling to the space of no thoughts when it does arise.
Do you ever think about dropping out? If so, what would you do?
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