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Sprawling. Speeding. Scattered. Smeared like fresh ink on paper. This mind goes and goes and goes however it sees fit.
What say do you have in this mind movement?
The rush hour drains power.
Grants you an edge, a crank, an old machine that needs some oil.
In an instant you can make a shift.
What is it, you wonder?
Quick, give me the tip so I can move along and try it later…
This mind will keep on roaring, growling, panting, drooling and offering itself a soothing solution that leads back to rush hour in a repetitive pattern set perfectly to follow for a century.
What’s the trick?
How can you slow this mind to give yourself some peace?
HURRY up and tell me! I need to get back to my rush hour.
Yes.
Get back to it. Skip the tip. That top ten list you will enjoy for a minute and then go on chasing the tail that doesn’t exist.
I offer you no magic solution.
No simple practical escape either.
Not even a pat on the back and a quick motivational slogan.
For I do not seek to lift you up temporarily only to have to fall back soon just as hard, if…
