“We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, We make our world - Buddha (563 BC-483 BC) Founder of Buddhism.”
There is a lot of anxiety in the air with sprinkle of uncertainty and incertitude.
Countless thoughts are crossing each other intersecting their paths, colliding with each other, some ignoring the other, some intruding upon the other. It somehow never seems to stop.
At times one cannot fathom the twist, turn, road, lane, gully, highway, expressway, route that thoughts take as you age.
Thoughts – sometimes, never under our control. It flows and explores as it wills. Wanders along the unknown path, comes back home when tired. Rejoices when it goes back in time and meets old memories, gets excited on a beautiful prospect. It dreams its own future and walks as far as it can into the future. Splits itself into millions under strain and anxiety. And becomes one when the mind is asleep or the heart is at peace.
Cheers to the ever meandering thoughts without which life would not be.