I’ve been on and off practicing meditation for many years, always trying to find the way to see my thoughts slowly fade, while trying to avoid falling asleep in the attempt. #yearsoffailure
Recently, when my thoughts start calming down, and before I succumb to the force of sleep, I detected feeling an emotion coming from my chest, unfortunately, that surprise triggers my thoughts again, and I lose the feeling. That restarts my inner battle, and almost inexorably, I end in Morpheus’s realm once again.
Many experts recommend to “stop trying to calm the thoughts,” and I finally start understanding what they mean.
The decision to stop the daily routine, dedicate time for slowing the momentum of our thoughts, despite any objectives, is enough.
I don’t have to try to meditate; I don’t have to achieve any meditative state of mind. I have to break the routine deliberately to observe what happens when the thoughts fade away.
I know now, meditation is about remembering how it feels to be alive.
Now I understand that the process of thinking takes too much of my attention, leaving no space for the feelings and sensations that emerge just because I am here. It is not about thinking or interpreting the feelings that arise to my attention when the thoughts deaccelerate.
Look like meditation is an agenda-less activity.