I realized then how much garbage each one of us is carrying in the mind, from situations, conversations, incidents and tragedies that happen to us and around us every day. The mind keeps processing and throwing it all up on the pristine shore of our consciousness, polluting it. Like clueless idiots, we think about things that we don’t wish to think about, playing the same old tape, making similar mistakes and then wondering why we are unhappy or discontented. Does it all not stem from the mind?
