The Busy Mind
3am again and the mind literally has “a mind of its own.” For years, a few hours of restless sleep followed by a thinking mind at 3am – why always the same cycle?
Sound familiar?
It seemed to never stop. The idea of being still was so foreign, it was a nice goal for those monks and other deeply spiritual folk, but who has time to sit still and even if there were a moment of stillness – this thing inside me was always thinking, no “It” was always obsessing over everything without end.