Sitting lonely in the terrace, Sobbing a lot due to loss of love, There are many reasons, betrayal from her loving ones, not been able to get the person she loves, And this time due to her own family, No one understands her, No one actually cares what she feels. She has never been able to be a good friend. Neither a good partner nor a good daughter in fact, not a good person, She has failed in every aspect of life. Crying, and still crying aloud, till the limit, no one present downstairs would be able to hear it. Looking upwards the clouds, the stars Waiting for some miracle to actually happen to her, Trying searching for an angel or an alien who will appear from these clouds, Someone would come to her. Who will rescue her from this burden, Someone who will wipe off her tears and would console her, Someone who will take her from this depressing world, Searching still searching, but She couldn't be able to hope much, as she knows the cosmos. She knows the reality of this universe. She knows, no such alien or angel kind of miracle would happen. She knows the truth. So she decided to wipe off her tears from her own hands. Cuz only she knows herself, Only she's always there with herself Only she would be able to rescue her from all these bad repairs,
Life is passing by. Are you living in it? Or are you constantly living in the movie playing in your head?
This movie world (aka the world of thinking) is blinding you from living in reality, like you're living in your own hidden bubble within the real world. If you've ever practised listening to the voice in your head, you quickly notice that it never shuts up. ever.
So what is it exactly that's constantly keeping you in this movie world, this world of thinking? The secret cord that attaches you to it is: the main character of this movie.
In each moment you are absorbed in either thinking about this character's upcoming future or ruminating about this character's past. Your whole life, you have been playing the main character of this movie that's constantly being projected in your mind. Your whole life you have assumed this character is you.
But how can you be this character/voice in your head if you can observe it? Who are you who is observing this character speaking in your head, telling stories to you?
This you have to find out for yourself, repeatedly inquiring every time you catch yourself in the world of thinking.
Who is the one telling the story and who is the one listening to/watching it?