Sometimes the human mind is a miracle that does so many things, most of which isn't requested by there mere human body it controls. It allows our hearts to beat correctly, our lungs to take in air and the chance to keep our bodies at the right temperature. It controls the body, gives us a chance to solve human problems and to wonder at the brilliant simplicity of the world around us. And yet at the same time it is a stomping ground.
Like a mad-driven stampede my thoughts rush at m e from all sides - things I have to do, people that I know, worries, concerns, stress and thoughts of the future. I am bombarded by vague memories, needs and wants as well as trying to prepare myself for the next day. And all of this at the same time or so quickly upon the tail of the next that I cannot distinguish the exact time my thoughts have changed. So much drugged thoughts bouncing off the wall that it is a surprise I can actually come up with any conclusions.
Does this all come from a cluttered mind perhaps?