My mind wants to be in a forest.

I am actually sitting in my bed so it’s obviously the wrong place.

According to my mind.

It quickly informs my body that this is definitely not ideal, that there’s a discrepancy between This Now and the perfect That Now, and my body obediently follows.

One minute ago I was fine.

Now I feel like shit.

Why?

Is it because I should be in a forest?

Would the forest magically take away the shitty feeling?

Is the shitty feeling caused by the lack of trees in my bedroom?

No, no, and no.

But my mind doesn’t care.

It wants to be in the forest, so it creates the discomfort to prove its wisdom.

I know this game too well.

The only (and truly HUGE) reason I would fall for it is that I don’t want to feel uncomfortable.

And listening to the mind and following its directions seems to be the solution.

It’s not.

Only the mind can be dissatisfied with where you are, and that is almost always the case.

While Being never is.

The Being that is always there, but hardly ever recognized.

Being doesn’t give a shit about forests or luxury hotels or cute little farms on the top of a hill in Tuscany.

It’s always content.

That’s its nature.

It just IS.

So that’s where I go, while I’m sitting on my bed.

Straight to the Being.

Now I happen to really love forests, so maybe I’ll go there, later on.

And if I do, Being will be there too.

And if I don’t, well, you get the point.

 

Can it really be that simple?

 

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