Omfoc

I observer my arms but I am not my arms , what I truly am is the observer .

I want to eat, drink and have sex , I want to defecate . I want to fulfil my physical needs .

The car makes a noise , my ears detect the noise , my brain translates the information , experience is the observer and the observed in the present moment continually


I can observe my will and I can observe my behaviour . Free will does not exist .


Md talked about make a choice , make a choice . I wondered if he was right . That perhaps in passively observing reality I was being instinctive and not taking control . Abdicating responsibility. Anyway the whole my father thing came to a head last night and I'll talk about it

But things were hard. He's never talked to me my whole life . I felt nervous and uncomfortable . He wasn't interested in me . I didn't know what to do . Felt I didn't know how to decide whether or not to talk with him .

Anyway I guess I analysed a bit before I acted so it felt a little like a choice . Even though in the end I just reacted really to what someone said .
I had saw though through thinking about things that I wasn't willing to make myself very uncomfortable talking to him .
Perhaps if I'd ever been close to him I'd have felt a love that would have been enough I'd feel it worth helping him .
I am a will .