“What is the most resilient parasite?”
Have you ever had so many thoughts swirling around in your brain that you almost don’t have enough power to control them?
It’s almost as though these thoughts are pushing their way past the surface and trying to manifest themselves as its own entity. They become hard to filter making it even more difficult to manage a single thought.
Some thoughts might be healthy, while others…more destructive.
When an idea takes a hold of your mind it soon grabs onto your very being and wraps your arms into a straight jacket. It won’t let go until you are completely insane over its concepts.
It takes a powerful idea to bring someone to the brink beyond reality. Thoughts are powerful. Thoughts can create life and yet at the same time destroy it.
Do we have control over what we think?
Do we have control over our minds?
Some have suggested that the mind is like any other muscle in the body. And like your other muscles, it must be exercised and conditioned in order to make it more durable.
We were designed with growth in mind and yet we let our brains become lazy due to inactivity. We coast through life intellectually because somewhere along the way we believed the lies that we weren’t smart enough to think for ourselves.
I think the heart of the issue lies within our fear of the word development. To reiterate an old thought, we live in an expedient society.
We want a quick fix for our problems even if it means placing a band-aid over our wounds rather than doing something to actually heal the ailment in question.
Phrases like: “time heals all wounds” intimidates us to our core all because of that first word. Time is not the only thing to heal all wounds but it is an essential step for the healing process but we are too scared to face our pain and ourselves during that time.
Nothing that is worth having (spiritually, emotionally, physically, etc.) will be given freely or with ease. We have to at some capacity earn what we are after; otherwise, what was the purpose in our pursuit to begin with?
Let us reintroduce development into our vernacular. Allow us to find the strength to press through periods of pain, horror, and dread without ignoring the issues staring us in the face.
To overcome fear and insecurities is only the beginning, but we have this strong desire to jump straight from the beginning of our journey to the end. But every good story has three parts:
A beginning…
A middle…
And an end.
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