I am
convinced that what prevails in suffering is the disallowance of time to feel.
We can become so accustomed to fast pace
living, chronic crises management, and instantaneous gratification, that we
fail to recognize we exist in a cocktail of frets, worries, anxious hopes and
fearful dreads.
Sidestepping consequences, we follow a
well-worn path of ritual practiced avoidance, as resignation from living to one
of autopilot for the sake of what we deem safe.
"Busy" is just an excused 'flying blind.' Too busy for what is important to us; too
busy to consider our dreams; too busy to care. We’d rather react in haste in a crises
than a deliberate response effecting a situation.
Without care there can be no quality; and
that's the bedrock gist of it. A self
claimed promise of security through mediocre performance; trade-off quality for
quantity of less risk results in bland unsavory results. Our distractions are
choices. Even when we feel powerless to
change the selections, no choice is a choice. We miss the essential truth where
we are not powerless to dedicate our attention when it comes to making our
choices. Doing so makes all the
difference between being in charge and chasing the illusion of control.
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