“How were things before? Surely there had to have been something positive. Had there been anything that really moved me, anything that really moved anyone? Maybe, but it was all gone now. Lost, perhaps meant to be lost. Nothing I can do about it, got to let it go.”
–Haruki Murakami, A WILD SHEEP CHASE
Why is it that in moments of confusion and hurt everything you read, listen to, etc, everything seems to be reading your mind, seems to be about you? Or is it just our broken mind, twisting and turning every word? Trying to find meanings, related to our thoughts and our life; meanings that were maybe never intentioned in the first place? Why does our mind like to do this? Can’t I just try to distract myself for a little while, brain? Please? PLEASE? I don’t remember the feeling of a clear mind anymore.
Feeling disconcerted,
PURPLEPAIN