2:59 AM on the clock, unable to sleep, yet trying so hard to do so. It happens to be one of those nights, those first few nights of adjusting to change, a new bed, a new room, silent and high. It's true, the human mind and body are built to adapt. My mind races fast, I can feel my thoughts racing, with every thought, an emotion. There's nowhere to run away until dawn. It's these few hours of nothingness, that makes me wonder if I am even headed in the correct direction? It's a mystery, that does not come with 6 lifelines.
Would it be nicer with someone? Maybe I should be on one of these dating apps, however no matter where I might be, with someone or without, I realize I need to learn how to navigate my state of mind to a place of comfort no matter what the state of circumstance might be.
It gets strangely quiet sometimes isn't it. This is what intrigues me about people travelling alone, how do they live with their thoughts, do they just get used to the fear, do they learn to quiet their minds, do they become more aware of certain things, is it worrying that most people don't even explore this? We're constantly surrounded with people everywhere, with things to talk about, the direction of the conversation always almost in an array of sections, but the brain slows down it's thought process when we're speaking to other people. While I sat here alone, I had such fast few racing thoughts, of such varying timelines, it was quite an adventure of its own. It's interesting what change does, pushes us to acknowledge and learn more about these thoughts, not sure how its useful yet, but there's a sense of safety and belonging that it brings along with an understanding that helps us evolve into the people we're meant to be, I guess.
On this planet of 7 billion people, it's fascinating how there's no end to the imagination, and an ocean of infinite possibility. Life and death racing, every second a new story, a new situation of possibility, and no guide. We learn as we go, it's challenging in every aspect, the aspects also being uncountable. Funny it is, it really is. Maybe this is why purpose is to be found.
Because no matter what, thoughts will keep coming, and it's upon us to 'do', and to create our own little world. Like the ocean, we would drown if we didn't swim, but if we 'do', it'll redirect us to where ever we wish to be.
It's true, life is what we make it to be, and what we need to ask ourselves is, what do we want to make?
The Process Of Personal Pro-Active Change
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