An interesting framing from Michael Singer’s The Untethered Soul: the reason we have “a voice in our head” (thoughts; ego; whatever you call it) that talks even when we haven’t asked it to is because the external world is outside of our control and by narrating everything we get to feel like we have control.

As in: we have no control over the rain. So when it’s raining, insofar as we feel uncomfortable with this lack of control, we’ll name and label and judge and analyse the fact that it’s raining (“Look, it’s raining. The weather forecast said it wouldn’t rain. This is so annoying. And I didn’t bring an umbrella. That was stupid of me.”) in a vain attempt to feel like we can take control of the situation unfolding around us.

By practicing letting go of the ‘need’ to be in control, and reclaiming our seat as the one who is aware of and observes the mind (we’re not the mind itself), we can relax into the beauty of the uncertainty, and let everything around us unfold with perfection.