Not my circus, not my monkeys.


How about when you get pulled into your own nonsense?
Seems easier to stay out of other people's, than our own, doesn't it?

Never seizes to amaze me how busy my mind can be, with totally irrelevant thoughts. At the same time, whatever is going on in there, has to have some origin, somewhere, right? Where did it come from? How did it get there?

Or does it just get twisted into something I don't recognize? And is this yet another opportunity to untangle it all, take myself through and out the other side. Another step on my journey.

The Dalai Lama has said that our thoughts are like monkey's jumping from tree to tree. Maybe life sometimes is, just letting them jump, and not pay so much attention.