My Mind
I don't know how another one’s mind works. I only know my own mind and now that I have lived with this mind for over 67 years, I know her. I know how she works. I don't think it's a remarkably interesting mind. With this mind, I could not become an inventor. An executor, maybe, but I rarely catch myself thinking an original thought. And often my mind goes in circles. I keep thinking the same.
I call that obsessive.
When something beautiful or ugly happens in my life, that has to do with another human being, my mind can get all wrapped up in it.
Like a kind of chewing gum.
Or as something else that sticks, the person and the situation is stuck in my mind, and on those roads in my head, the thought slides back and forth or round the roundabout in my head. All roads lead to that roundabout and when I'm at the roundabout my mind goes around, my mind goes around, it wanders, doesn't take a side path, doesn't take the second exit as the voice of the TomTom recommends when we're in a car and want to go straight. My mind is made up of roundabouts, or there's only one roundabout in my head.
The roundabouts are not much, they are boring and ugly, they were built but nothing else was needed, no artwork, although there are roundabouts with artworks such as those in Sloten, Herman Makkink's butterfly mill, which I think is a beautiful image.
If only there were more images like Herman Makkink's, I wish I had more images in my head. I can change my thinking, I can put a beautiful image on my boring roundabouts.
I believe I can change my mind, but it will take time, time and money would that cost, why does it cost money? It takes time, that's for sure, and it takes effort. We also need to work on our minds. One way of working is by writing and trying to put it into words, to look for images like that roundabout for what I feel.