they say old habits die hard. patterns tough to break, cycles methodically turning, churning. a power over person, reigning them in.
we’ve wondered about the mind, its ability to keep us spinning on the same go-round. at times less merry, more masochistic. despite all we know (our lashing life lessons, rough rides) there it tends to go. and go. and go. same shit on a different shit day. more like bad habits die hard.
we humans tend to ignore the truth that we’re more than just our minds. that perhaps this curious complex contorted muscle can at times become confused. lead us astray. a gritty playground, sticky with the sins of the self-accusatory. drilling down deep somewhere dark. it’s really rather easy to get lost in there.
but isn’t it true that our truly transformative moments (those tiny episodes of evolution, those life lessons) seem to happen not in the brain but in the soul? that the mind can actually slow us down. hold us back. keep us from the process.
so how do you ban the brain’s bad habits: those easy paths to pattern, synapses steady and familiar with the way you tend to deal. how do you grow beyond destructive proclivities, create compassionate ones in their place? how do you grow up for the sake of you, for the sake of love, for the sake of life?