It’s possible that
I’m slowly losing my mind.
I can’t definitively say
that losing my mind is a bad thing.
Perhaps I don’t
love my mind enough
to care one way or the other.
I am grateful that my body is weakening
so that my grip on reality is loosening.
Time dissolves intentionally,
so that when the end is near,
we are unable to put up a fight.
It seems that the struggle
would be far worse than the end.
If there is an end.
I won’t know until I lose my mind,
if that’s possible.
Trail Wood,
10/30
The Journey of The Mind
The mind, like all entities, undergoes its own cycle of change. Its evolution, deterioration, and eventual transformation are all part of its natural progression.
Questioning the Value of Clarity
Is the clarity of mind always beneficial? Perhaps, in its haziness, there’s a unique beauty, a distinct perspective. Not all who wander are lost; sometimes, they’re merely exploring different terrains of cognition.
Body and Mind Interconnected
Our body and mind are deeply intertwined. As our physical form changes with age, so does our mental realm. This alteration may not always be a decline but rather a shift into another dimension of consciousness.
Time’s Mercy
The gentle dissolving of time’s rigidity is a mercy. It blurs the harsh lines, smoothes the edges, making the inevitable transitions less jarring. In its fluidity, we find solace.
Summary
We delve into the nuances of the mind’s journey, its transitions, and the potential beauty within its changes. Recognizing the interconnectedness of body and mind, we ponder the blessings of time’s softening touch. The uncertainties and mysteries of existence and consciousness invite introspection, acceptance, and a deeper understanding of the cycles of life.
Glossarium
- Deterioration: The process of becoming progressively worse or declining in quality or value.
- Consciousness: The state of being aware of and responsive to one’s surroundings, thoughts, and feelings.
“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.” – John Milton
Mind
In the twilight of cognition,
Whispers echo, thoughts in transition,
What once was sharp, now gently blurs,
In the dance of time, everything stirs.
Shadows of memories, faint and slight,
Yet in their softness, a different light,
The mind may wander, paths unknown,
Yet in every journey, it’s truly grown.
Might we find peace in embracing every phase of our mental journey, understanding its ebbs and flows?
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