You know, one never truly rolls out of bed with an absent mind. Be it a very difficult test, or a particularly perplexing prospect, there is always something on our minds. The crinkles in the blanket seem to make faces at you once you start your day, almost taunting you. How strange. Our brain is never empty. This giant clump of nerves is a primitive thing, yes, but it is quite advanced in its own right. There is almost always something on our minds. People do all sorts of things when they want to take their mind off of an undesirable thought such as take walks, or drink beer. Even in drunken stupors, we are still slave to the very vessels that so inhabit our skulls. The question is, are we the masters? Or are we the slaves? I mean, we are the masters of most of our fates, if not all. But our brains are wired by a series of impulses. Impulses that we are in control of, or the other way around. It is quite baffling to think about, but still. Something in our minds, something to make sense of. Past ideas, past relationships, past events. The present will become the past, and the past will remain a keepsake. The future becomes the present, and the present becomes the past. My mind is cluttered.
My head is constantly bombarded with thought after thought, never really seeming to let up. I've got a storm of my own, and the electrical impulses are the lightning. I need semblance, a peace of mind. I need to calm down. I'm not depressed or anything, just a little bit.. cuckoo. Well, perhaps not a little. Just a bit more cuckoo than I think I am.. Today has been relaxing. My pets are fed, and my belly is satisfied. What more could I possibly ask for?
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RastgeleJust things I'll be jotting down. Feel free to read at your own convenience.