The Watcher
A companion who stays with me always, no matter the situation. It is a sweet, beautiful bond; everyone searches for a friend like this without realizing they already have one. You may be confused about who this is. It is none other than You—the “You” who observes yourself while you are smiling, crying, or even in anger. While you eat, it watches and experiences through you, yet it never feels hunger. While you drink, it experiences the sensation, yet it never grows thirsty. When I try to describe it, I feel as though it is not merely “inside.” It remains present, watching the body as if it were standing outside of it. It is formless, indivisible, and a “no-thing.” Even now, while I am writing and my mind is focused on processing information, I feel myself being observed. There is a silent watcher behind the eyes, witnessing every single action and listening to every word that arises within me. Because of this observer, I feel a sense of detachment from my emotions: Am I truly sa...