The turmoil of today’s man, the scattered attention, the reflex of checking the phone, the mind jumping from one thing to another.
The inner man does not fall through great failures, but through the small inattentions he calls “little nothings.”
When the heart becomes accustomed to dispersion, it no longer sees what wounds it nor what heals it.
Watchfulness begins with one simple thing: to see where you are before you run toward where you think you should be.
Inner question:
What “little nothing” stole your attention in the past hours, and what remained of you afterward?
