It isn't extremely painful to ponder upon disturbing facts from scattered pieces of your daily life once you're used to them. So much that you're impervious to the extreme situations within the parameters of the arena they've created for them. The trouble only arises when the vividly troublesome trash rises above its normal self, transforms itself into an audacious being that challenges your own perceptions of it, and swirls into a cloud of forlorn expectations that attack the form residing perpetually within us.
The mind, for a while abandons its frivolousness into oblivion, and frantically looks for the trash it has fallen in love with by now, crossing and looking beyond the most forbidden of all lines. Having never been involved in that much expenditure and taxation, its strong will and determination to bring back what it can rightfully call its own offspring has unknowingly surprised one and all, including itself. Only if it had paused for even a moment or two, and somewhat, by hook or crook, managed to convince the processes to follow the conventional ways.
Whether that moment would arrive or not would ultimately make the difference. For some, it arrives at just the right time. For some still, it may take a lifetime. The others are not fortunate enough.
And the mind.. looks on, contemplating, uneasy, fidgety, restless
