I was laying on my couch trying to watch my thoughts. I was looking out of my window and noticed some ivy rustling in the wind.
I immediately realized I am the ivy, and the wind was my thoughts.
Sweeping by in random bursts of energy and intensity. Causing commotion, but always passing. Never staying forever. Periods of stillness. Periods of intensity. But mostly fluttering in the wind here and there.
Thoughts come and go.
Sometimes they’re harsh. Sometimes they’re quite nice. And other times you’re not thinking much at all.
The only certainty is that the thoughts will come, and they will eventually go.
Just like the wind.
If you can endure a storm, it will make you stronger. If you can learn to just watch it, and know it will pass, it can never break you. It takes going through a hurricane to know you can make it though the next one.
We are all ivy blowing in the wind.