In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Zone.”
Getting lost in something….. bliss.
Thinking about that one activity to the exclusion of all other thought.
It happens for me in music – playing the violin, and physics – and meditation.
But weirdly in meditation the most concentrated moments happen when I’m not actually ‘thinking’ as such.
In writing this I’m thinking out lout – why is it bliss to be lost in something and not thinking about other things?
Two possibilities spring to mind
- The other thoughts are unpleasant
- The sensation of concentrating all my mind in one place is in itself pleasant
Both I suppose, unbroken threads of concentration are so satisfying, they don’t contain the constant background noise of self criticism or self congratulation.