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You know, there’s something rather peculiar about the way we think about thinking. We tend to believe that our thoughts are who we are — that the voice in the head is somehow the essence of our being. But what if the truth is quite the opposite? What if that constant inner chatter, that endless narration of life, is the very thing keeping us from truly living it? You see, the mind is a magnificent servant but a terrible master. It was meant to help us navigate the world, to calculate, to plan, to remember. Yet somewhere along the way, we forgot that we are not the mind — we are the awareness behind it. And that forgetfulness has cost us something priceless. Because while the mind is busy replaying the past or rehearsing the future, life itself is quietly unfolding here, now, in this precise instant.