We’re always feeling something, usually more than one thing at a time. Our emotions are a continuous flow, not an occasional event. Inside each of us there’s a river.
-Marc Brackett
I try to visualize a river whenever I am feeling calmer than usual and I am tempted to fall into wishful thinking about wanting to lock in and keep that positive mood for as long as I can. This isn't how moods or emotions work. Not for me anyways. Peaceful moods, much like torrential moods, eventually pass. The Calm stays as long as it's going to stay, but eventually, there is an endpoint and a transition into a less favorable emotional state. The movement and the emotional transitions keep going. They keep flowing. It's best to develop as detached of an approach as possible.
Visualizing a river reminds me of the importance of detachment.
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