I've often thought how peaceful it would be to live in a nunnery.
I imagine life would be simple.
I could meditate.
I could read to my heart's content.
I could take long walks.
I could commune with nature.
I could sleep undisturbed.
I could connect with my higher self.
The world around me would spin but I wouldn't spin with it.
I would be in my own little world of peace and tranquility and calm.
I wouldn't have to deal with traffic jams, family squabbles, politics, dirty dishes, meal preparation and a multitude of other things that can sometimes make life messy.
I would exist on another level - an esoteric philosophical level.
How do I know this?
Actually, I don't.
This is just my fantasy - a Serenity Now go-to place of my very own when things get hectic.
After indulging in my fantasy for a bit, I quietly concede that despite being sequestered in a nunnery, I would still be left with my thoughts.
Ah yes, thought...a cacophony of whirling dervishes determined at times to unwind, unbalance and undo me...
And I realize once again that our thoughts are something we cannot run away or hide from.
They are always just...there.
Appearing and disappearing in our mind...seemingly with a mind of their own.
And I recall once again that it is our thinking that gives meaning to our circumstances...whether it is in a nunnery or a bustling family filled with all the emotions of the rainbow.
And truth be told...if given the choice, I would pick my messy wonderful life filled with its ups and downs and round abouts each and every time.
Addendum: Upon reflection I realize that I have a few not-so welcome thoughts about my nunnery fantasy. Namely, it comes with a lot of gardening and really early mornings...two things that I am not so good at. Sigh. See what I mean about our thoughts?
Time for a new fantasy!
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