One of the steps and stages of retraining the mind is to follow through with redefining reality according to the heart.
When Life instructed me that I was responsible for stopping the mind from re-enacting the past as if now was still in the past, I figured that this was a long shot. Detonating that built-in landmine was the scariest command life entrusted me with.
Correcting my misperception was the challenge and the mind was not as always cooperating as I wanted it. I thought the safest strategy was to toss it in the ocean or send it scaling up Mount Everest in the most frigid weather conditions. In a jiffy, the mind made its way to the bottom of the ocean and back and then off to Mount Everest and back
Tada!
I turn around and there was the mind with an ear-to-ear grin… chagrining me. Nice try Angeal-Eyes, nice try.
I turn to life with the look of disappointment of the day my doll’s head fell off and could not get another one even after taking it to church for God to fix it only to find the head falling off every time I played with the doll
Come a little closer; I did not dare back away then. Life whispered 'the prerequisite to retraining the mind requires sensible self-discipline.
Coaching myself to remind the intellect of the difference between action and reaction was also a long short. Sometimes I felt like the mind was fending me and many times it turns out that it was defending itself. The times it had me most baffled were when it had me warped and bound with self-doubt bandage as a primer to trusting the truss. That continued until persistent perseverance helped me become gentle and patient, patient and gentle. I began to be more accepting and the mind too began to be more accepting
Of course the heart never gave in to the fact that this was a long short or denied the mind that this was a long shot
When Life instructed me that I was responsible for stopping the mind from re-enacting the past as if now was still in the past, I figured that this was a long shot. Detonating that built-in landmine was the scariest command life entrusted me with.
Correcting my misperception was the challenge and the mind was not as always cooperating as I wanted it. I thought the safest strategy was to toss it in the ocean or send it scaling up Mount Everest in the most frigid weather conditions. In a jiffy, the mind made its way to the bottom of the ocean and back and then off to Mount Everest and back
Tada!
I turn around and there was the mind with an ear-to-ear grin… chagrining me. Nice try Angeal-Eyes, nice try.
I turn to life with the look of disappointment of the day my doll’s head fell off and could not get another one even after taking it to church for God to fix it only to find the head falling off every time I played with the doll
Come a little closer; I did not dare back away then. Life whispered 'the prerequisite to retraining the mind requires sensible self-discipline.
Coaching myself to remind the intellect of the difference between action and reaction was also a long short. Sometimes I felt like the mind was fending me and many times it turns out that it was defending itself. The times it had me most baffled were when it had me warped and bound with self-doubt bandage as a primer to trusting the truss. That continued until persistent perseverance helped me become gentle and patient, patient and gentle. I began to be more accepting and the mind too began to be more accepting
Of course the heart never gave in to the fact that this was a long short or denied the mind that this was a long shot
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