Be Still My Racing Mind

The practice of stillness for me, is just that, practice. It is a task that I have yet to master. My mind, like my heart and lungs, continue to intake thoughts which endlessly beat around in my mind, causing havoc. Why must I be so observant and notice the smallest of details? These details then become additions to my never-ending wonderings. Why must everything be dissected and understood? Does everything really hold that much significance or any meaning at all? 

A ladybug landing on my hand, a bird crapping on my head. The form of a tree and shadows. A stranger's glance, a wrong turn. Every past decision made, every future decision yet to be made. The photographic images, the conversations, and observations that continue to keep me up at night.

Attempting to meditate, my mind wanders. Trying to pray, my mind wanders. My mind will not be still while reading or writing. Even in my sleep, my thoughts continue into my dreams. I am an over thinker they say. Over-analytical and overly observant. 

Oh the wonderful things I could create if only I was able to translate these thoughts to product. What are mere ideas without concrete displays? What good is a creative mind without release? 

This world has so much to observe, think about, and understand. Knowledge and analysis cannot change or improve anything unless it is shared and utilized. 

It seems as though the mindless are taking over and nothing makes sense anymore. And yet they call me the crazy one. I take that as a compliment.

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