I notice my emotions moving, like wind passing through.
As Zhuangzi wrote, the spirit moves freely.
They are here, but not me.
When I don’t hold on, they pass.
Sometimes a feeling arrives,
and it takes over everything.
A small moment becomes something bigger.
A message you didn’t expect.
A silence that feels longer than it should.
And before you realise it,
you are inside it.
Guān xīn begins with something very simple.
Not changing the feeling.
Not analysing it.
Just noticing.
You start to see
that emotions move.
They rise.
They stay for a while.
Then they fade.
But what keeps them in place
is often not the feeling itself.
It’s the way we hold onto it.
We follow it.
We add stories to it.
We turn it into something solid.
Guān xīn is a small distance.
You let the feeling be there,
without stepping into it.
You’re still aware.
But you’re not pulled in the same way.
I’ve had moments where
I could feel something strongly,
but at the same time,
also see it passing.
Nothing needs to disappear.
The emotion can stay,
but it doesn’t define you anymore.
It passes,
like weather.
And something in you
remains unchanged.