Brushing teeth. Drinking a glass of water. Washing hands. Making a pot of soup. Life is made of small things like these. Isn’t it a pity to perform them mechanically, thinking of other things? To do them just because we have to do them? For most of my life, I went on doing these things … Continue reading About the Small Things
Sometimes I think too much. I don’t do it consciously. While my body is anchored in the physical reality of my surroundings, my thoughts cluster around something or someone like a squadron of flies and buzzes about it for hours on end. When I think too much, I am not quite myself. I dwell in … Continue reading On Not Thinking Too Much
If I ask you who you are, your narrative self will answer. You will identify with it and tell me about your peak experiences and recent experiences. We have a narrative self in our head that picks and chooses experiences and weaves them into our personal story. As the years go by, our self aggregates … Continue reading The Narrative Self
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