There is an awkward moment, when my mind settles in on what my inner critic convinces it is reality. I know better but during moments of weakness, my poor mind is susceptible to abuse. I can’t help it. I do try though to not let my mind fall into that trap.

We’re all byproducts of cyclical insanities. For every aha moment or life altering realizations, lies an abyss of defense mechanisms that sabotage our genuine efforts to do good. Sometimes we succeed. Sometimes we don’t. I guess that’s just the reality that comes with being a mortal.

Oh to be immortal so that there were plenty of time and opportunities to become whatever we think we should be.

If thoughts are the seeds planted in our minds then I grow a rose garden complete with thorns protecting the delicate petals.