You wake up.

It starts okay.

For a couple of seconds, life is just life.

Neutral.

Spacious.

But soon The Voice speaks up and says

“This is going to be a shitty day.”

And the body immediately responds with chemicals, flooding the experience, supporting the suggestion.

You feel like shit before the morning has even started.

You feel like shit for no reason.

You feel like shit.

Shit.

And when you try to think about nice things, better things, hopeful things, everything you can come up with gets coated with shitty negativity sauce.

You feel like shit.

Life is shit.

You are shit.

Everything will always be shit.

Right?

Nah, of course not.

And you know it.

Because you’ve been there, many, many times.

The Voice is a really, really lousy predictor.

It’s just really good at capturing your attention and producing self-fulfilling prophecies.

It doesn’t know a thing about the future, but if you are not aware and awake enough, it will create the future FOR you.

It’s like a fortune-teller predicting a really bad headache before smashing your skull with a hammer.

Feeling like shit doesn’t mean anything.

It’s just a mood.

Moods don’t mean anything.

They’re just enticing stories.

They are just there, for a bit, because the mind made them up, and then they leave.

They always do.

There’s no shitty future.

And if you just get on with the day, if you stick the mood under your arm like a naughty puppy or a sobbing kid and do your stuff and live your life, the mood will shift.

It will leave, vanish, disappear, go up in smoke.

Like always.

No big deal.

No shit.

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