It seems that "I am being done", rather than "I am doing". I can no more stop thinking, than I can stop breathing. I can hold my breaths, and I can stop my thoughts for a moment, but they return always. I am a process being carried out, rather than an active doer. And is not the stopping and the starting also a part of the doing?

Just like a cloud in the sky, drifting by for a moment in time.

So why is this cloud doing what its doing ? I have no answer. It's just "what is". Fighting the process might be likened to swimming against the current of a river.

Exhausting, and ultimately futile.

"And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should." - Desiderata by Max Ehrmann