The mind is beautiful; frightening, heart wrenching and pure. It is a house and memories make it a home. Imagination stretches its wings and flies, but always returns home to the mind. The very core, the soul and fibre of our being is in it.
A great many fascinations and visualizations dare to trouble the peace of the mind. On my mind are vivid, happy memories, pictures of my dog, to-do lists and Facebook passwords. Hopes, passions and dreams are born in it.
Much like wood, it slowly absorbs scars. And one day the scars become indiscernible from the mind. What scars are these?
The Things On My Mind
They may be worry scars. Worries of unpaid bills and lost love. They may be scars of grief; these scars run the deepest. Grief and regret; guilt and doubt – these are on my mind. So many things are on my mind all at once – the evils of our busy, advanced, fast-paced existence.
Did the previous generations also have so many things on their minds? How much have our worries, thoughts and imaginations evolved from them? I wish I knew what the phrase ‘peace of mind’ means. I wish I knew what babies have on their minds.
Do any answers come to yours? Is it the same as the brain? When I sit alone by the window, with my Brazilian coffee and Belgian chocolates, I wonder: are the voices in my head my mind, my brain or my memories? Am I talking to myself, or is it talking to me? And then I tire of wondering; it is exhausting. And so I settle myself with a book, and escape it – to sail the troubled waters of another’s.
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