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'Life's aim is an act not a thought,'

I tend to fail to live by this  quote.

So many thoughts rushing through me at million miles an hour, i feel like i have to catch it all the time. To the point that I don't ever execute an action based on these thoughts.

Planning repeatedly, inside my head and outside of it.
Planning a course of action, thinking of all possible scenarios. 

But this isn't authentic living, I feel like.
As discussed in this quote and the book I'm reading (The Consciousness Instinct by Michael Gazzaniga), it is not thoughts that bring food to the table or that get that task done. It is the physical movement of muscles. It is not thoughts that allow the exploration of art, music and the likes. It is the movements of picking up that pen, that paintbrush, that guitar and physical making something out of it.

Of course I find a lot of value in manifestation and visualization. It's important to set straight what it is you want to do...
But a task for myself, just forget that vision once in a while,
and execute. 

Because things may not go in the direction you want to at times,
and visualizing the desired outcome isn't going to make you feel any better about it. Nor is mulling it over in your brain.
Visualizing is just a faint reference point, your north star, your compass.
It is not the mountains, nor is it the boots you need to walk that mountain, it is not the effort you put into even buying those boots.

So it really comes down to manifesting the future, executing what it is required, reflecting once in a while, but also trusting that your gut instinct will lead to where you need to be.

Sometimes it is my own thoughts that are the source of suffering and my actions and absorbance in a project that gives me the most joy.
All it takes is overcoming the fear and getting out of the comfort zone and living in the action space rather than in a head space.

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