When I was a kid, I was always confused. Why did my mind never stop? It always kept talking about various things. A small thing, a book, a play, someone's look, a comment... all of them were the source of his creation. Then various small plays were performed in turn. Even at night, he never stopped dreaming, one dream after another... Sometimes I wondered, isn't my brain tired? Why doesn't it need to sleep? How can I make it quiet? Is my brain broken? Am I the only one in the world like this? Am I the most special person in the world? …………
It was not until I grew up that I realized that this is true for all people. The mind is like a screenwriter who is afraid of being bored. It never stops. It constantly receives information and creates dreams, while at the same time constantly rejecting information that it considers unimportant. But if this is the case, then is it "I" who is creating these thoughts, or is it "I" who is being dragged around by these thoughts? If it is "I" who is creating these thoughts, then why can't I control them and stop them at will? Where is the off switch? Why do I keep chasing these thoughts? If I am not the mind, then who am I?
Only after practicing did I understand that the mind is not me, I have never been born and never died!