Monkey mind.
My mind swirls, always circling the drain; Selective memory. Plagued by memories of who I once was. And was not. Who I thought I was, and was not. There are phases to it. I relive, regret, retry, regain, reset, redo … Re. Again. Always again. Each day presents a new self discovery. There is no rhyme or reason to it. The whole experience can be uncertain and debasing, but I continue to try. How do you stop a moving train? Generally you get out of ITS way. Is that how to handle this runaway mind of mine? Give it space to breathe and exist on its own and then step aside? Who am I outside of myself?
Wise mind.