The Incessant Thought Process

I remember writing a poem on Thoughts a long time ago, when in school where I compared thoughts to an ocean and how each thought is like a wave that comes in and lashes the mind. And this carries on through the day; perhaps at night too, unconsciously. There are high tides and low tides in thoughts and sometimes entire days are governed by these tides. Of course, happy thoughts give you that boost of energy that make you think that everything under the Sun is easily possible. And then there are days where the "D" words rule bringing in thoughts on Destiny, Doubt, Dilemma. It is funny that one says thoughts are generated in the mind and yet there is a "second mind" counter-balancing THE mind. Everytime THE mind tries to bring you down, make you pessimistic, the "second mind" butts in and steers you to optimism and happiness. However, it is not just the inner thoughts that determine your mood. The five senses play an equally important role in orchestrating your mood. For example, if you are feeling sad and gloomy and all of a sudden you see a string of birds in flight, or a green grassy meadow, you are bound to feel a lift in the mood. Even a hot cup of coffee or tea will help elevate your mood; so will a lilting piece of music. So, the human mind is an amalgam of chemical reactions, neuron reflexes, and one's basic threshold of resistance, intellect, and determination.

On a Rainy Day...

With the skies closing in and shedding in abundance, the day starts on, to some, a gloomy, murky grey note while to some, on a nostalgia invoking, creative, cozy morning to be enjoyed with exercise, followed by a hot cup of tea and warm buttered toast; maybe even a thought provoking film or movie that sets the mood for more creativity. The mind is abound with so many colors, of action, of thought, of hopes and desires, of whys and why nots. The good part is it always finds options in the toughest of situations even. That is the magic of the mind. It is the most unknownest of knowns. Knowns may not be the right word, but let's say a most felt presence, one with life. Well, this again, maybe incorrect to say. Perhaps, the mind lives on with the soul even after death. Considering its vivacity, its profoundness, this very well may be true. The mind, if ever discovered in physical form must be an accordion, or an onion, unfolding in layers, creating something beautiful, having its own ways, doing what needs doing and undoing what it feels should never have been. It is this magic of the mind that enthralls me. It is a beckoning of a good life.