Mind Matters

The mind is a very powerful thing.

The strongest point of the human mind is its capability to put up facades. And its most cunning feature? After a while, even you yourself fail to identify the facades anymore.

Your heart clamours for attention... you are filled with needs and wants of love. You desparately hope that people care. You crave their time... you wish they would spare a moment for you.

Ask you how your day was.

Call to make sure you reached ok.

Buy you a birthday cake.

But you shut those thoughts down.

You want to be strong.

No, not WANT to be stong... you want to LOOK strong. With devil-may-care attitude you prance about as though you can take care of yourself, thank you very much.

You stiffen those shoulders and hold your nose high up in the air. Nothing is too dangerous for you, nothing too difficult to solve, nothing too heavy for you to carry. You little mind makes it seem as though there is no blow that is too painful for you to take. A feeling, a slight misanthropic sneer laced with superiority complexes and over-confidence, envelopes and soothes you with its narcotic stupor. Favours exist only when you are doing them for someone. Nobody owes you a thing, you'll say. And heaven forbid, you NEVER owe anyone anything.

Never.

Somewhere inside, a little voice cries out saying this is not true, but you mind makes you ignore it.

And slowly you ACTUALLY believe you are oh so capable.

Then somewhere, at the most obscure of times, the damage is done.

The facade is completely broken to smithereens. It would never be something out-the-world or something so problematic that only heavenly intervention would solve it. It could be as simple as a sarcastic smirk from your great-aunt's third cousin's brother-in-law's sister's grandson.

Then of course, you just shrivel up and die.