what is our mind other than a rock, rolling through a landslide? inevitable as it rolls, and yet on an endless quest. meeting many of its kind, it barely stops, does that indicate it has forgotten what’s its origin? Different rocks are seen, all sizes, many try to stop him, but what does the rock do? it bumps, skips and jumps off them, even through them. yet, you’d wonder, “but doesn’t it go downwards?” what our minds must’ve assumed by now is, downwards equates to failures. isn’t that a very naive way to look at things? our mind doesn’t wander off to nothingness for no reason, it wanders off, because it knows; what we’ve been thinking about. you’d agree that you’ve never wandered off, thinking the usual and possible things, it’s always been something visionary to you, right? when the landslide is over, the rock finds itself isolated. maybe overthinking does misguide you, from what you aspire the...