This reminds me of this story I think Eckhart Tolle tells where he says on his commute he wouls often pass a woman who was constantly talking angrily to herself. She'd speak out loud about all different kinds of grievances, people who upset her, including her own self. He would often think that this woman was insane and he would feel bad for her. Then one day he had a revelation where he realized that the only difference between this woman and himself is that she was saying out loud all the things that he, and all of us, are constantly saying to ourselves. This inner dialogue of our minds, incessant and constant, that we have almost no control over. Sometimes it helps me to reflect on that story and to try to just give way to all the contradictory thoughts and feelings, memories and anxieties, that my mind is constantly processing and running through. Beautiful post, thank you for the thoughts.