I have always heard how powerful the mind is but have never really thought about it outside of the idea that the brain stores information and processes information. When experiencing something for the first time your brain makes a mental pattern of that experience. This experience, or some other similar experience, is made into a mental pattern after being revisited over and over. The next time you have this experience or some similar pattern, the mind brings up the memory. It wasn’t until the other day I realized really how powerful the mind can be. I was sitting at my desk deep in thought. Life has been a never ending cycle lately. My normal daily routine of waking up going to work, coming home from work, eating, being social, sleeping and starting the cycle over again the next sunrise. Within this cycle came the stress from work, a sense of depression to not being able to afford food or gas, worrying about how the next bill is going to be paid, trying to stay socially attentive yet still giving myself some alone time. Oh, and how can I forget the pressure and disapproval of my actions my family has presented me with over the past year. With all of this mess going on the outside, inside my head, inside my soul, I had a hard time really being able to think about it all as a whole. The whole. The what and how I’m going to fix, or work it out. Sitting at my desk, after trying to work just one of the many problems, school, I began to feel that all ways of fixing the issue seemed too far out of reach or maybe just seemed so impossible because all my other issues effect this one in one way or another. The mess of all my problems, and life cycle seems to been swimming around in my head. This is the point where I checked out of reality. I was now inside my head as my physical body stared into what seemed to be an abandoned place. My mental body carefully crawled through the barbed wire fence, now trespassing on this deserted property. Kicking up storms of dust I thought to myself, time for some spring-cleaning. I picked up a few pieces of scrap metal and tossed them out. Where these pieces ended up, to me it didn’t matter, it was no longer my issue. I looked around and damn there’s a lot of crap in here. Most are unnecessary treasures, at one time could have been worth something, or made into something new but now, worthless. Having something as a special keepsake is one thing, but collecting every piece, every memory, every pain, every joy, every rock, every rusted screw usually considered to be the action hording. A pack rat like action saving everything, whether you know you’ll need it at one point or not. I walked around throwing out whatever was not needed, putting away and connecting, and continuing the patterns, until I came up to the biggest piece of metal on the whole property. I sat in it, examining its characteristics. How it thought, how it worked, how it used to run. I grabbed the main way of controlling this contraption, this memory, this last, or at least a catalyst in this whole pattern, on this whole property. That is when I felt a kiss on my neck. I was brought back into my physical body. Confused of where I was at the moment, and where I was just moments before, I looked around. Right in front of me, pinned on the corkboard on the back of my desk hung a photograph of deserted home dirt all around, and a broken down vehicle. That is where I was. I was in this photograph, I was in my mind, and my mind is this photograph. I’ve cleaned it up and took the driver’s seat, ready to take control.
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