suddenly money looks like a different issue than it was earlier.
So investments and sales are in the mind to raise cash on one side, while investing on the other side.
I guess there is nothing new after all, and just the natural culmination of all the instincts and intentions being cultivated over time
Money matters. Of course it does. Which dummy says otherwise?
But that doesn't mean the other things that money can overshadow are insignificant either.
Having a perspective of depravity breeds respect for anything. That holds good for money, food, fame, power, health, or anything that we can think of.
Being temporarily in a starvation state kicks up many evasive and reactive responses from the mind and body alike.
That marks a spot in the map which would definitely help when taking tough decisions as it just became an exercise in re-evaluating the priorities and the real value held by whatever it is that we had perceived to be in deprived in.
PS: Fought off the temptation to fall for the easy pun that was possible with the title
The thoughts for food may not be from hunger.
But it might an escape from uncomfortable emotions.
Being able to identify what ticks inside will help with the intention to eat healthier and cut out the known junk food.
The compulsive behaviours can be changed to more mindful, and intentional actions.
That way you know it is in sync with what you aspire in other times. It is not just ht moment that defines us.
I need a space where I can talk abt the food and then still see that my health needs are higher than the craving. That is being responsible for myself, my family. A healthy me is more likely to survive, be happier, save more money, be a channel for more positive thoughts and actions that can influence the entire surrounding
Oh hmm, something is broken between this language and the language inside the head.
Or is it the heart that is really out of touch with the thoughts wandering in the head?
Or whatever it is that men call by the name of soul. Maybe that is the ailing one.
Somehow these words and fleeting moments of recognition of their meanings are poles apart.
Trying to grasp what it means to embrace stillness.
Many of the words do make sense and my own senses reflect some of those, but there seemed to be too many ways, options. These just tend to weigh down and slow the path...
