I have to say, the personality is persistent.
But so am I.

It truly makes sense to write flashcards and to read them. Even if I don’t write new ones every day, I add a symbol or a date. I read my interview or the salesman. And every single time, something essential happens: I return to the present moment.

It’s remarkable how good our mind is at creating scenarios that, upon closer inspection, have nothing to do with reality. Stories, assumptions, fears, often perfectly constructed, yet rarely true. In the end, what matters is not what arises, but how I deal with it.

Not reacting, because that would be the old way. The mind conditioned by the past.

The greatest “friend” and at the same time the greatest “enemy” is known to sit between our ears.

I discipline myself not to believe every thought immediately. The moment I step off the inner carousel, my mind becomes clear. And with that freedom, creativity appears. I can always come up with something.

In those moments, I also hear my inner voice more clearly. Sometimes it says things that don’t make sense at first:
Take the other path.
Call that person.

Looking back, everything falls into place. It’s true. And suddenly, it makes sense.

This state trust and attention in the now carries me forward step by step. And almost unnoticed, something appears that we so often desperately seek: contentment.

Or simply put: happiness.