“Everyone who wills can hear the inner voice. It is within everyone.”
– Mahatma Gandhi
My morning routine is usually to stretch out, get all the stuff out for breakfast and go to the toilet where I check my e-mail and messages.
It’s usually a quiet affair and it feels good to have stuff out of the way so that I can enjoy breakfast.
But sometimes my mind just wanders into weird places.
I got a message from my cousin and all of a sudden I found myself creating a 3 minute short film in my mind. It took about 5 seconds from start to finish in my head.
You see a haggard man chopping down wood in the forest. Everything is black and white. You get a real Bergmanesque feeling. It continues for a while and then you see him sitting on a stub. He looks across a barren wasteland and begins to cry.
He’s worked so hard his entire life chopping down the trees but has nothing to show for it. The camera pans out and you realize that he lives on mons pubis.
As this happens my mind explains to me what the piece is about. And I’m quoting here:
“It’s an overt comment on patriarchy and the expectations of men on women as sexual objects. When men finally realize the extent and consequences of their actions, what will they do then?”
Ok, I get it. It’s a fair point. That’s fine, but why the fuck is this in my mind?
1) I’m not going to make this movie.
2) Look, I’m trying to answer some messages. What the hell are you doing?
This is one of those examples that we clearly aren’t our thoughts. We are merely the observers of them.
How do you manage your thoughts?
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Have a kick-ass ₢eative day!