The synchronicities tend to happen in our most relaxed moments, not when we’re stressing out about work or life.
Bothersome thoughts place a block on our ability to connect disparate ideas. So too does a tense face.
Anxiety undermines attention, and with it, additional perspective.
Our capacity to retain information expands upon the pace of the barest effort. Unmoored from the monkey mind, we grant the synapses a passport to the freedom of concentrated thought.
In a state of flow, nothing is left wanting. The pen can hardly keep up with the bicycle of impressions peddling through our heads.
When awake on our passions, we’re always running to a place where we catch onto things. The answers may be tentative and impractical, but at least they’re exciting.