Often I stop, observe, and ask myself:

But who am I, truly?

“Look at how many thoughts pass through this mind…

this is material for entire TV seasons,”

I often tell myself, smiling.

What I’ve been able to observe very clearly is this:

from a specific emotional state — anxiety, fear, frustration —

an infinite stream of thoughts, scenarios, and constructions begins to unfold.

Things that, in the present moment, turn into presumed fantasies.

It’s like an endless wheel:

from number one you reach infinity,

probably at the speed of light —

a speed that not even the most attentive observation can truly catch.

And so it starts: it discharges, unloads,

creates images and dialogues — almost —

with the purpose of keeping alive

that very emotion from which everything began.

As if “the next” were constantly feeding “the first.”

And it’s exactly in this moment that I start to laugh,

almost wanting to take notes.

Yet I believe that what truly matters

is always to take a step back with humility

and remember that this “I”,

with all its many names,

will always reside in Silence —

where a state of still-movement prevails.

And so, the most important thing becomes surrendering

and, for an instant, remaining silent.

Especially in front of the one who awakens before you.