We talk to ourselves. We do it in many different ways. Some people talk out loud to themselves; some hear voices; some read books to themselves; some listen to themselves talking to others, only then realising what they think. Some put quotes on social media, or hang them on the wall. Some dream, and in the dreams, they say things to themselves which they would never dare while awake.
Internal dialogues take many forms. We even have, effectively, two brains in one skull, and so you are, like it or not, two people in one. You are able to talk to yourself. It is a key part of your kind of consciousness, this ability to conduct an ongoing self-dialogue. You are recursive, in the sense that your thinking comes back upon itself.
Once you have this feedback loop, certain journeys become more possible. Some of them are extreme. Your self-talk can lead you into some very dark places, heavily depressed, highly negative, despairing. Or your self-talk can lead you upward in a spiral of hyper-excitement, ignoring risks, jumping off cliffs. The thing about self talk, is that there are no guarantees of moderation. We can talk ourselves into a bad mood, or into a mad mood. We have choices.
Where am I going to take my mind today?
Out of the wide range of thoughts and philosophies possible, which ones will I choose?
Can I observe myself, see which way I am leaning? Can I tell when I am depressing myself? Can I tell when I am leading myself astray?
Above all, can I stay mindful, heathily moderate, in my thinking?
Today, can I talk to myself as a kind friend would, avoiding the extremes of despair and mania, treading a wise path?