Input

Everybody knows intellectually
That body and mind need time to process input
The more input, the more time
And yet we don‘t act that way

We finish work stressed out
And then add more input by watching TV
We have private problems
And try to soothe them with alcohol and junk food

Answering every craving but the one we should
Giving ourselves time to process all that input

With all the choices we have to distract us
I think our western society has turned us into input addicts
Because there is always more and more
And we are bombarded with messages that tell us not to miss out on the latest and greatest
We crave more and more

But there is a price
We have less and less time to process things
Giving us also less time to truly comprehend the processes happening within us
Giving us less and less opportunity to really learn and change

I can only speak for myself
But I‘ve been riding the wave of input the last few weeks
So hard that it‘s difficult to calm down
To meditate, which I once loved
To really enjoy the silence
And do the things in my spare time which I know are good for me
Instead of the ones my monkey mind craves

And there are people spending their whole lifes like this

My therapist told me that we heal in silence
And to be whole
We need to heal

For ourselves
For our loved ones
For all the people we influence with our work

Being there for all of them
Is a difficult thing
And we can do it better

If we don‘t add more and more
But process more and more