Soo interesting to see that the person
we think we are is only held up by all
the stories we keep telling ourselves.
I am so and so, have such a character, these habits
my likes and dislikes, inclinations, my past,
my history, my trauma's, my goals and future dreams etc etc.
And we keep the stories alive by:
telling them to others,
regurgitating them over and over again ( repetitive thoughts )
So basically what we do,
by believing all the stories,
we construct the little robot,
the person, the me.
( see the amazing creative power of consciousness at work )
So what happens when we stop believing the stories,
and stop telling them to others,
and see that the repetetive thoughts
are just another stream of thoughts
which do not have any reality beyond
the value we give them???
What remains without stories?
Aren't you curious....?
And who wants to know?