Sometimes, like today, my mind turns without mercy, like a racing heartbeat when you sit still, or a mighty rushing wind on a cloudless, sunny day.
Twisting, turning, churning within, earthquakes of never ending thoughts, thoughts about everything, turn into tsunamis. Raging waters flow uphill, gather speed on the way to the mountain top, then dribble down the backside of the mind’s mountain.
The depths don’t surrender the issues of thought. Those things taught, bought or caught by the mind don’t go away. They dawdle, swirling in and out of consciousness, but always there.
It’s not what isn’t. It’s what is.
What isn’t, isn’t mentioned. What is, is.
Yet what’s not said speaks loudest, for silence tells all. The soothing, energizing restoration of silence can heal. Yet silence can so quickly slip away in the middle of our loud, boisterous, information-based system of living.
The need to be still and hear leaves rustle remains. Noise, however, usually wins. Static noise pushes solitude aside with instant news images, the suffocating buzz of cell phones, and a constant push for more, more now, more stimulation to numb the nerves from the essence of life.
Like an organ recipient, there is a life giving gift inside. Yet the very thing that keeps the body alive is the same thing the body attempts to rid itself of. The body attacks the life-giving organ as an infection or foreign object like it was an enemy, but in reality, it’s the body’s best friend.
Such is noise to silence. Silence heals, but more sound and stimulation are dumped into the soul in an effort to fill the quiet.
Introverts, unite! It’s never been harder to be an introvert. Where can one go to escape man’s lights, the noise our time, the technology of this day?
The hemorrhaging of stimulation and busyness drains life from the veins of peace, and breath from the lungs of hope.
The alarm clock rings early, and keeps ringing, all day, ringing. Pushing buttons of a busy schedule keeps fingers busy, and fourteen hours later the sun goes down, yet the alarm clock continues to ring.
The cadence of time ticks the same, but someone sped up the earth’s rotation.
Even trying to sit still, a restless knee bounces up and down, up and down, trying to release pent up energy, emotion and stress of a steady ticking clock that moves faster than the brains ability to dispel itself of the adrenaline push.
Tomorrow will be the same. Tasks. Details. Deadlines.
Rush. Hurry. Wait.
Go, now. Now, stop.
Now the day’s almost gone, yet still so much to do in my mind. So much more to do.