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We field tons of impulses per day. Some are worthwhile.
Still, they are powerful. One minute you’re standing in line at the grocery store. The next, it’s BUY ICE CREAM!
Part of the impulse’s mystique is how it charges in from nowhere. The contrast between it and the quiet life you lived before its arrival is extreme.
It's easy to forget, faced with their shiny, attractive nature, that impulses arise from vacancy. Way back when, before the impulse exploded onto your mind, the backdrop was solid. Blank. Free. That space is your consciousness.
Like fireworks exploding in the night sky, impulses are loud and bright. They demand your attention. They look awfully attention-worthy. And naturally your awareness scoots over to them and grows obsessed.
They’re compelling in the moment. The steady sky against which they turn up, which worked just fine for you in the past, suddenly looks boring.
But like fireworks, impulses will also dissolve. And the comparatively “dull” part--reassuring, lasting, dependable--remains.
By all means, let them sparkle and dazzle. Feel them reverberate in your chest. Marvel at their colors and champagne-y, bubbly presentation.
But you’ll outlast the temporary, fake impulse. You’ll deal with their aftermath.
They’re aberrations meant to entertain and amuse briefly, then let go. The sky endures. Natural and predictable in the best possible ways, it’s your lifelong companion. Don’t ditch it when flashy comes through.
Instead, practice catching yourself when impulsive thoughts arise. Ask: is this enduring and meaningful? Or fleeting and disruptive?