Living is not automatic. It may appear as such, but a functioning body does not equate to living. There is oft a lifeless scraping through with the passing, but fading thought: One day, I’ll really be living.
So then the body goes through the motions of life, distracting itself from what it would uncover underneath, if things stilled now.
Real stillness will have us hear what there actually is to hear, see what there actually is to see, and feel what there actually is to feel.
Reality lies in this stillness where we meet ourselves. In the acknowledgment our experience has been chosen. By none other than us! It is here the zero point of decision sits. It is here we meet our will. It is here we make our choice of who and how to be.