I just watched a video by Michael Singer, author of The Untethered Soul.
He talks about the mind being a dangerous place. It bullies us endlessly with its paranoia and need for control everything that’s happening on the outside.
I just love that.
I’m a danger to myself!
Like a suicide patient. On a daily basis I am on a mission to die.
Tragic and somehow quite funny.
As I smile at myself, the danger seems to dissipate.