Self #5: The Chatterbox
You cannot quieten the mind: full stop! Those are tricks. You can take a pill and make the mind quiet—you absolutely cannot make the mind quiet, because you are the mind.
–Jiddu Krishnamurti, The Awakening of Intelligence
The Chatterbox gorges on audiovisual stimuli, then regurgitates them 24/7.
Its actions are inversely proportional to my desires—like tinnitus, it shrieks at fever pitch precisely when I crave silence most.
Enthralled by its steady stream of psychic vomit, I lose days under its spell.
It mocks all attempts to keep my train of thought from derailing—until weeds cover the rails and I lose sight of them completely.
I accept it’s there.
But I am not impressed by it.
I notice, it, greet it—“Oh, there you are“—and go about my day.
Above all, I cease to identify with it.
I recognize that it is in me but not of me—and give it all the space it needs, knowing I have plenty to spare.