Here’s an interesting exercise.
Imagine a person suspects terminal illness. So they go to the hospital and get some check-ups done.
All day and all night, they are unable to eat, sleep or work properly, constantly consumed by the anxiety of what the report might contain. Will it be 12 months to live? Or even lesser?
And then the report comes.
The doc gives an “All clear”. Nothing to worry about.
All the problems of the world have suddenly vanished. Eating, sleeping, working have instantaneously become joyful activities.
But what changed? There was no terminal illness before the test, and no terminal illness after the test. Just the mind…