Everything I've written about
complaining and its lack of usefulness feels true. Now I have this heightened sensitivity to my
own complains (which are often silent). So
I am now—after all these years—surprised at how unbidden my complaints are—surprised
sometimes at the self-righteous pleasure they can provide—amused at how often I
complain about the complaints of others.
When I began practicing
meditation, it seems I was always hearing, “You are not your thoughts.” Thank goodness for that.
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