Maybe we are not truly living, but repeating the same thoughts, wounds, reactions, and cycles under different names until awareness interrupts the pattern.
Perhaps what we call life is, in every way, what we are experiencing right now… but perhaps what we are experiencing right now, in every way, is not truly living.
And what does living even mean anyway? According to whom? According to what?
Can we really call it living if we are only maintaining a memorized cycle?
Most mornings, we wake up with the same thoughts, the same fears, the same inner voice, the same reactions.
And therefore, most of the time, we end up getting the same results throughout the day.
Then one day we stop and ask: “Why is nothing changing?”
Yet I don’t think the answer is as complicated as we imagine.
