006: The attention on the present
465 words.
The key points of this word vomit was written during a walk around the estate on a 9kg weighted vest.
The left shoulder aches as I type this into my phone while walking/running with a weighted vest. It reminds me of the virtue of listening to my body. I wonder if it’s indicative of something about the posture, or about the intensity of the walk.
I read an essay this afternoon on listening to the body pertaining to food and productivity. Extending the ideas in that essay, I believe it is worthwhile listening to the body for all, in guidance of the inner needs.
Wonder whether the voice representing the inner need is a mapping/representation of the soul if we have one. The answers to that question may never be discovered even at the end of the lifetime, but worthwhile pursuing the question for its own sake.
Things we pursue ‘for its sake’, aren’t they merely the goal of the inner voice? The desire for them is an axiom to us, no need for any underlying reason
The corollary to that statement is: tracing all these in a network of needs and goals, the sources of the network is our root desire, the one that we seek above all else.
Only by paying attention to the present moment and tracing these desires, then can we get to the source. The business of daily life and entertainment clouds our ability and willpower in traversing this network.
As an aside, the possibility of working while on the move adds so much to the space of thinking and translation of thoughts into words. The access to a tool to capture our thoughts means that we actualise even more of our visions.
That in itself is not a good thing, we lose the presence of the current moment to be present in our own mind.
As I wrote this, I missed crossing the road at the change of the traffic light. A prime example of what absence can cost, and a warning of much more severe (and permanent e.g. getting rammed by a car) consequences.
Returning to a proper workstation to continue this line of thought, I get amused by the possible parallel universe that came about from me resuming the word vomit while crossing the road. It is entirely possible that my existence ends there, or in very short order. The required common sense was not exercised for a prolonged lifetime.
But the whole point of this is appreciating the present as much as possible, immersing ourselves in the thoughts and senses in the now. What is life spent thinking about the future, if we constantly let go of the present to dream? Maybe one not too worthwhile continuing in its current conditions.