I wanted my mind to stop narrating

Dear Delyara, Not all day. Just for a little while. I wanted the commentary to stop. The review, the forecast, the analysis, the interpretation, the subtle self-correction, the constant running explanation of life as it happens. I think I’ve lived too long with a mind that believes it is helping by never becoming quiet. Tonight I was tired of being narrated by myself. So I sat in silence. It wasn’t easy. But it was cleaner than one more layer of noise.