The slow rhythmic beats from a music of the last century, playing in its own world of myriad dreams. The things that we held as sacrosanct seem to whither and weather with the passing years. Futility of existence bequeaths. There are only finite thoughts. We delve on the fact that it is an endless saga but always a recurrent theme. Abstraction is a way of easing out. The devil lies in the details. Fabrication helps in keeping the purpose alive. Purpose is a made up thing to make ourselves feel better. The limitation of our senses will always keep us aloof of the complete truth. The mind being the master of our actions, we try to control it.

Mind controls itself? Brain is the physical thing that encapsulates the mind. The mind is experienced only through thinking. We think therefore, we exist. Mind thinks. Mind sways. Mind plays. Mind repeats. What if the mind were to be trusted with bigger responsibilities. Our heart doesn’t need mind control. If it were to be controlled by the mind then, perhaps it would have stopped beating the moment we became conscious. Mind is such an abstract entity that understanding it for oneself becomes deceptive. Mind is deceptive in its very nature. It’s capable of creating things that aren’t existing in the real world. It has the ability to conjure past memories and make us feel the exact same emotion again.

Our mind is our prison. Our thoughts are our delusion. Our past is a trap and future is elusive. We wonder why we dissociate and flow with our thoughts. Just the other day, we made a resolution to work towards a goal. A goal which embraces freedom and independence. Why do we get swayed away from the work that needs to be put in to reach the goal? Why is that we value pleasure, comfort and convenience more? More often than not, we let our ambient thoughts control our being which affects our work. Why are we unwilling to put up a fight? A fight against our own conditioning, thought patterns, behaviour, lethargy and apathy.