By Gonny 
<< She was already five minutes late. Not dramatically late, just enough to feel that familiar inner commentary warming up. The coffee machine decided to be slow today, the cat had mysteriously positioned itself exactly where shoes needed to go, and of course the traffic light turned red the moment she reached it. Again.
She sighed. Of course.
At the next light she glanced at her phone. No reply yet. That didn’t help. Her mind filled in the blank efficiently: probably uninterested, too busy, or worse, silently annoyed. The day, it seemed, had a tone already. And it wasn’t a friendly one.
At work someone passed her without saying hello. She noticed it immediately. A small tightening in the chest followed, subtle but familiar. “Okay then,” she thought. “Apparently that’s how today is going to be.”
Nothing dramatic was happening. No crisis. No disaster. Just life doing its thing. And yet everything felt slightly off, as if the world had collectively agreed to be mildly irritating.
Then, somewhere between a lukewarm sip of coffee and a meeting that could have been an email, a quiet thought slipped in. Not loud. Not spiritual-sounding. Just simple.
Wait a second… I’m not seeing anything neutrally.
She almost laughed. Really?
She looked around again. The same office, the same desk, the same colleague talking on his phone a little too loudly. Nothing outwardly had changed. But this time she noticed what her mind was doing.
Almost automatically, it was busy labeling, explaining, concluding. As if everything needed a verdict.
That look became disinterest.
That silence became rejection.
That delay became a personal inconvenience.
None of it had asked permission. None of it had been checked. Meaning had simply stepped in, quick and confident, dressing itself up as reality.
And suddenly the idea became oddly practical. If nothing she was seeing was neutral, then maybe the tension she felt wasn’t being caused by the day at all. Maybe it was being interpreted into existence.
That didn’t make the traffic light greener or the coffee hotter. But it did something else. It created space.
What if that colleague wasn’t rude? What if the silence wasn’t personal? What if the delay wasn’t an attack on her schedule? What if none of this meant what she thought it meant?
The world didn’t shift dramatically. No burst of insight, but the tightness eased…just a little. Enough to breathe differently.
She smiled, almost amused at herself. The day hadn’t been against her. It had simply been unassigned, waiting for meaning.
And as she noticed that, the story softened. Not because she corrected her thoughts, but because she stopped treating them as facts.>>
. . . . .
This is how it works for all of us.
We move through the day thinking we are reacting to life, while we are quietly assigning meaning to everything we see. A tone of voice, a delay, a look, a message. And once the meaning is in place, our feelings follow as if they had no other choice.
But the moment we notice that nothing we see is neutral, something loosens. We realize we are not prisoners of the world, but participants in perception. What we experience is not fixed in the situation, but shaped in the mind.
That doesn’t mean the world disappears or becomes different. It means it becomes re-opened. Available for another way of seeing.
Every moment then offers a small, gentle choice. Not between right and wrong, but between holding on to one interpretation or allowing another to enter. Between tightening and softening. Between the familiar story and a quieter, kinder possibility.
Life itself becomes the classroom. Not a place we must escape from, but the perfect setting in which to notice how meaning is made, and how it can be released.
And in that noticing, without effort or drama, a simple freedom begins to dawn. Not because the world has changed, but because we have stopped believing that we are merely seeing what is there.
With love and light,
G.