My mind never stops. Never slows down. Never takes a rest. My mind is going, thinking, all the time. Questioning, wondering, pondering, theorizing. Trying to figure things out. Trying to solve the perpetual riddle of who I am and what is going on for me. I suppose this is a good thing. Until it’s not. Until I am thinking too hard, pondering too long, and my mind starts to work against me. It’s nice to take a break from thinking every once in a while. Or so I would think. Since I’ve never quite experienced this.
My mind is the mind that never stops. That never rests. Like gears in a clock, it keeps grinding away. Ticking, tocking, ever thinking, ever pondering, ever wondering, ever churning. Trying to solve the mysteries of myself, of this world, of this life.