When I tell my brain to practice something (which comes from other human beings), I fill a resistance against the telling. On the other hand, when I read any exquisite produce of any human brain, like a poetry, like a novel, like Shakespeare, like Tagore, like Marcus Aurelius, like Newton, Darwin, Stephen Hawking, I feel somewhere it lights up my brain with excitement, and amazing pride as Homo sapiens; THERE, my brain try to SEEK help, refuge. The brain takes up according to its psych state of developmental stage and THAT HOW MY BRAIN DOES.
Interesting. The classics certainly can be a great way to get a reframe. I've always felt like reading Tolstoy or Marcus Aurelius made me feel more at peace with the world and myself. There's a wider perspective there. But I guess I don't understand the distinction you're making between the product of a human — a great book — and "telling your brain to practice something." After all, Marcus is talking to himself in just this way — he's dropping psychological anchors and reframing the events of his life, as I'm suggesting here. He's recording that and we're reading it, and you say that works. But not if you tailor that message to your own life and circumstances?
Thank you so much for understanding what I tried to express in my limited way of expression. When I read the written works of Marcus, instinctively my brain tries to reach his thoughts by delving into his words in appreciation of the sure strength of the truth expressed in a powerfully rare simple sentence. But my brain resist to do “ok this way.” BUT in an amazing way, I find HIM in my life’s difficult situations as if I am experiencing the same truth through the same kind of internalized trauma (arising from an entirely different situation in life). And this kind of experience I do get from the fictional character too, like Mathilde in the story of “Necklace”, whose life’s astounding loss occurred for nothing and she had to realize it too. I guess I tried to explain to you what my brain allows me to feel.
Tricking with your own mind or trying to mitigate it with a purpose has serious limitations. Your mind fills like you are working on it NOT with it. And that moment it feels belittled. And the entire exercise fails.
Interesting. I don't know that I've experienced the feeling of my mind being belittled. Can you explain what you mean and how the feeling comes about? What sort of reframings trigger this for you?
When I tell my brain to practice something (which comes from other human beings), I fill a resistance against the telling. On the other hand, when I read any exquisite produce of any human brain, like a poetry, like a novel, like Shakespeare, like Tagore, like Marcus Aurelius, like Newton, Darwin, Stephen Hawking, I feel somewhere it lights up my brain with excitement, and amazing pride as Homo sapiens; THERE, my brain try to SEEK help, refuge. The brain takes up according to its psych state of developmental stage and THAT HOW MY BRAIN DOES.
Interesting. The classics certainly can be a great way to get a reframe. I've always felt like reading Tolstoy or Marcus Aurelius made me feel more at peace with the world and myself. There's a wider perspective there. But I guess I don't understand the distinction you're making between the product of a human — a great book — and "telling your brain to practice something." After all, Marcus is talking to himself in just this way — he's dropping psychological anchors and reframing the events of his life, as I'm suggesting here. He's recording that and we're reading it, and you say that works. But not if you tailor that message to your own life and circumstances?
Thank you so much for understanding what I tried to express in my limited way of expression. When I read the written works of Marcus, instinctively my brain tries to reach his thoughts by delving into his words in appreciation of the sure strength of the truth expressed in a powerfully rare simple sentence. But my brain resist to do “ok this way.” BUT in an amazing way, I find HIM in my life’s difficult situations as if I am experiencing the same truth through the same kind of internalized trauma (arising from an entirely different situation in life). And this kind of experience I do get from the fictional character too, like Mathilde in the story of “Necklace”, whose life’s astounding loss occurred for nothing and she had to realize it too. I guess I tried to explain to you what my brain allows me to feel.
Tricking with your own mind or trying to mitigate it with a purpose has serious limitations. Your mind fills like you are working on it NOT with it. And that moment it feels belittled. And the entire exercise fails.
Interesting. I don't know that I've experienced the feeling of my mind being belittled. Can you explain what you mean and how the feeling comes about? What sort of reframings trigger this for you?