I’ve got no strings

A friend of mine once chastised me for not cutting the strings off a top I was wearing.

Since then I’ve come to realise that every time I practise mindfulness ie. switching mental gear from doing mode to sensing mode, I am training myself to be less puppet like and more autonomous.

Every now and then I find an old forgotten article of clothing I haven’t worn for a while and take great delight in cutting the strings.

I wonder what Carlo Collodi would have to say if he knew I was enjoying becoming more real and alive.