First do this: Witness the adrenalized mind, noting its panicked zigzaggery, how it darts about like a squirrel in traffic. And then what? And then nothing. To see it is to settle it.
That which is least interesting to me is my personal past—what I did or didn’t do, yesterday or at some other calendar point. Some assert that they take joy in the past. But of course they don’t. They take joy in the present.
“An actually existent fly is more important than a possibly existent angel.” Emerson’s epigraph flicks at our consciousness like an awakening stick. Two questions immediately assert themselves: Where am I? What’s around me?
Mike Fisher writes, “If I had to give away one fundamental learning that shifts situations, it would be: ‘Sit in the discomfort of your feelings and delay gratification’.” Have we got that? Feel everything. Don’t do anything.
What Buddhists call the joy of being is awareness without thought. Consciousness, after all, has no thought process. It doesn’t judge, analyze, interpret or think things through.