The mind has a mind of it’s own


You are at your wit’s end when you set to write something. Your mind is producing thoughts and not one of them genuine enough to dignify them with your words, you seriously doubt your abilities as a writer and you wait for the genius to come over you and write something worthwhile. You make take a break or simply pressurize your mind to come up with something. I am experiencing this phenomenon as I am writing and hence decided to write about it. We all say that the heart listen to us. But truth is we don’t have much command over our minds too. It produces it’s own stream of it’s reckless thoughts which gives rise to dark mood and sometimes it surprises us with it’s originality. So if it’s actually not in our control can we take credit or discredit at to it results? My mind hasn’t answered the result of this puzzle yet.