Discomfort is a bug and a feature.

Once again I’ve arrived near the end of the day with lots to write about and nothing written. And today I’ve fallen into whining about it.

“I’m wasting my life,” I whine.

I want to write.

But I don’t just want to write. I want writing to be easy. Some parts are easy. Some are not. I want all of it to be easy.

When something isn’t easy sometimes I go looking for an easy way (as I wrote yesterday) and sometimes (like today), I whine.

The injustice of it all!

It should be easy.

Or should it?

If something is automatic, an automaton does it. AutoWriter writes. I don’t. And things are not easy or hard for AutoWriter. It’s a machine.

If it’s not automatic, then it’s probably not easy. If it were, I would have automated it.

But if I’m fully present it’s neither easy nor is it difficult. Neither comfortable nor uncomfortable. If I’m fully present, I’m beyond duality.

Discomfort is a feature. It means I’m not on automatic.

But it’s also a bug. It means I’m not fully present.

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