“It is not that we have a short time to live, but that we waste much of it.”
This morning I sat to practice — half an hour of Vipassanā , followed by a silent reflection on Advaita . The body was still enough, but the mind was a restless monkey, leaping between unfinished tasks, imagined futures, and subtle self-congratulations for “being spiritual.” At first, I fought the distractions — tightening attention as though I could wrestle the mind into silence. But the more I fought, the louder the inner noise became. Only when I softened — simply noticed the movement — did something shift. The distraction itself became the meditation. I saw that awareness was never disturbed; it was only the contents within awareness that changed shape. Advaita reminds me: the witness is untouched. The waves of thought rise and fall, but the ocean remains ocean. Vipassanā sharpens this seeing — sensation by sensation, breath by breath — showing that each moment, when seen clearly, dissolves into impermanence. Together they teach me that stillness isn’t the absence of thought,...