Many times we let ourselves be caught in the depression of an illusion.
Many times we are worried or sad about something that has not even happened yet and may well never happen. Still, because we get trapped inside our heads, listening to the thoughts and the story around them, we get caught into living an illusion.
While trapped in that hallucinating world, we are missing out on our present moment, our reality. We miss out on living our real life for the exchange of our imaginary hallucinating one. Have you ever thought about that?
Well, while you are living that hallucinating imaginary life, who is really living your present one?
And while you are living that hallucinating imaginary life, who are you leaving behind?
And while you are living that hallucinating imaginary life, what and who are you missing out?
And while you are living that hallucinating imaginary life, what are you really not living?
Budha once said "your problem is that you think you have time". WE NEED TO REMEMBER OUR MORTALITY!
Here's a poem I wrote just last week while experiencing this specific situation in my own life.
THOUGHTS ARE THIEVES
A Spring evening
You & I
My eyes see you yet my soul feels you not.
You’re trapped inside your head
Locked in that cage
Believing your thoughts
Nothing but a story those thoughts tell you,
Nothing but a lie,
Nothing but an illusion…
Still so real to you!
The possibility of pain
Becomes pain itself.
Thoughts are the thieves
Stealing you from your real life
Stealing you from me
Keeping you locked inside that hallucinating world.
Thoughts make you think you have time.
Thoughts don’t die.
(Teresa Pimenta, May 2017)