Until it Sleeps: Why I Can’t Stop That Voice Inside Me Until It’s Satisfied

A stream of consciousness, raw rant.

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Not to get into the spiritual talk straight away and turn away probably a large audience, but what the hell is that voice in us? The Devil? The Angel?

It’s not me, that’s for certain. I’m Switzerland…but every so often I can get swayed towards one over the other, but these days and age, I’m sure you can guess which one vies for my attention the most.

The fact of the matter is I’m just like you, I just want to be better in life.

This might come across like a stream of consciousness rant because it is.

The voice inside me is my driving force. It’s my growth. The bar that judges me to say if I am failing or if I’m within reach of where I’m supposed to be in life.

For a while I feel like it’s been within reach, only to find out the next day that the bar has moved a few inches again, where although close, it’s still a few inches beyond my reach.

Every morning, I wake up, and for the majority of it, I hate waking up, yet I am very much a morning person.

I cannot start my day, I cannot meditate until this Voice has been beaten into submission.