I was out on the motorbike today and felt that in much of our ceaseless doing, there’s the ultimate desire to lose ourselves.
The Buddhists would probably call this ‘no mind’.
Most people probably don’t think about their choice of activities, but everything from Netflix to playing tennis is essentially an attempt to forget your insignificant existence for a short time.
In that forgetfulness exists a small sliver of peace…
A short respite from an annoyingly whiny voice in our heads that constantly questions, doubts and compares.
Where exactly you discover this little nugget of respite varies from person to person, but it seems essential to health and well-being.
So whether it’s interacting with fellow humans or gardening in nature – if there’s an activity that gets you out or your own noggin and into the world, even briefly, seize it like a lion.