prisoner of thought seeking a new path

"wisdom represented knowledge that was, by contrast, profoundly social, deeply personal, adaptive, and intuitive. It incorporated emotional intelligence." Hall, Wisdom: from philosophy to neuroscience (2010)

I suffer from my own thoughts. They spin, sometimes in a horrible rerun (like being made to watch The Dukes of Hazzard for 12 hours straight). I know I need to release myself from this egoic maelstrom. Why do I need this incessent replay? I don't, but for some reason, like loving a disease, I cling to it.

However the mind is adaptive. Finding a middle-way, seeking truth, understanding self.... or just dissolving into "bouts of bewildering silliness" --- there is hope for my mind, now the truth of how to untwine myself from the stickiness of my own egocentric drama.

There are trees. Like millions of fence posts scattered with no rhyme or reason. But then I see how the seeds have scattered, the young trees sheltered by the old, the sun filtered, the protection complete. Then I understand the divine. I see the path and I travel lightly. Heart filled with understanding. There is hope for me.