ever changing mind of mine

 When life seems to be repeating itself everyday, I feel like I am being trapped in a cage. But it is our imagination that’s creating the cage, not the life. 

Sometimes I wonder what should I do to make the right choice? What is the supposed right answer? These  two questions have stranded me to suffocation. I became so nervous and anxious, immobile in my fear.

Just yesterday I tried meditation, I used to not believe it. But I have read a book wrote by a ninety-year-old  Japanese grandmother, and I have got many tips from her about how to live a life. I always see hills with green grass in my meditating vision, rivers, blue sky, far away city, birds flying, I am swinging high on a swing, a girl smiling when kissed by the breeze… it was exactly like what would be in a fairy tale. 

Then I understand those are things that I cherish in life. Nature, freedoms, excitement, exploration, and happiness. By realising what I care most in life, I do not put my focus on the same old repeating tasks of each day. Even I just meditate for a few minutes, I find it useful for my mental state on the next day.

I am very cautious when I execute my work task, especially in the office. Even though I could not seem to enjoy myself during work, I always find something very touching and warm with people that I worked with. Just today I handle two investor alone, chitchatting with them, an amazing woman and man, and ate lunch together in a restaurant. The women was almost fifty-years-old, but she speaks with this amazing youthful energy. Her energy caught my attention. And I suddenly understand that all of us have the power to be youthful at any age, and no matter how old we are, we worry about the same problem, as long as we are human. So I am not that special, everybody is the same.

Probably I should cherish the ever changing mind of mine. Nothing is ever the same, everyday there is new possibility. There is no rush of finding the right answer, just follow the flow.


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