Dear mind, this one is for you..

In this blog I am going to write a letter to my mind. 

P.S. It’s not as stupid as you think (hopefully) 😀

Dear mind,

As all letters I should start by asking how are you. Although I actually know how are you. You are always busy and tired even if with the teeny tiniest stuff that goes around you. Therefore, I am begging you to have some rest because you don’t only make yourself tired but me, my body and soul.

Thanks for the caring though. You’ve always been there to keep me awake and ready all the time. You kept me safe most of the time by making me realize the danger I might be in or making me able to analyze the type of people that I am dealing with. But, don’t you think that it’s too much? You are right that life is hard and might be getting harder and more dangerous every second. That way I might be having no one left to trust, do you realize that? It’s hard to make all of it with only us. Right! Safety is important and thinking but there is a pale here who is called heart who also needs some freedom, you know that, right ?

Also, why do you work so much? Huh? I am so tired of worrying about everything, aren’t you? Like in this very moment I am thinking of a lot of things. For others, these things might be so silly, but not for me. You always tell me that I can keep up, that I can take more. It’s nothing compared to other’s concerns. You might be right, but it’s only your sound, do you realize that? Have you heard the rest of my body’s sounds? My soul? My heart?

Why do you keep lying to me? Why do you keep telling me that everything is going to be fine, give me the hope and then in a second steal it from me? Why do you keep me dreaming and flying when you know that in a moment I will fall hardly to the ground?

The questions are a lot. I know I will never get the answers. I just hope that one day, I might be able to see the dreams, reality. That’s not your sound this time. It’s my heart’s. It’s the faith and hope in it. It’s the sound the you face every time you remind me of the dark reality, of the world’s cruelty. The world is good, really. If you could picture the colored picture of it, then it should exist somewhere. Will you keep that piece of information please and keep reminding me of it?

I stopped for a moment now before this to think of what I write next and I found out that whatever can be wrote might take all the words in the world, but won’t be enough. Just remember one thing. Whatever happens, the worse is yet to come.

Yours,

Me

What would your letter to your mind would be?

( sorry if that seemed a little bit psycho, sometimes we have to admit some things to ourself to keep space for the coming next. Go on! Empty what’s in you too 🙂 )

Always welcomed to the corner,

Menna Xx