In a previous post, I wrote that I realized that my negative thoughts were just thoughts and I let them go.
A couple of days later I was working on this blog and I remembered my father ridiculing my writing by saying “look who thinks he can write a novel. What does he know?” And “Your poetry will never make a dime, You are wasting your time.”
Instead of agonizing over these memories, I just realized they were his thoughts and had no more merit that any of my thoughts. They weren’t a statement of reality. He lived a very negative, unhappy life with an alcoholic wife and sons, no friends and a job he hated. His thoughts created mostly misery. His wife drank herself to death, he killed himself as did his eldest son.
So the truth content of anything that came out of that house, including my memories, feelings and thoughts have very little to do with reality and I am much better off staying in the present and allowing my thoughts and feelings to come and go without grasping on to any of them.