Some people think nothing. Some people think everything. Some people’s minds are like a traffic jam in Times Square. Some are empty road in a rural town. Mine feels like everything. All at once. I can’t distinguish between the times of hectic chaos and gentle calmness. It simply goes from one extreme to the other,with no middle ground. Like a switch. Or the flipping of a coin. With one switch my mind can be turned wild. A peaceful breeze. A warm orange sunset on a summer night sky. Then in an instant without warning it can be flipped completely on its head. Suddenly it can go from a light breeze to a violent squall, it’s winds whipping and carrying away everything good that I once knew. The sunset disappears and is replaced with a dark mid night sky. Latent with the threat of an incoming storm. And just as quickly as the storm comes, it goes. Just as you start to feel the warmth of the sun, it’s heat is peeled from your face, left stricken with cold. A sweet disarray. I try to take as much advantage of this game that mind likes to tease me with. There’s not much choice I have in it. I can no more wish the figurative sun to stay more than I can the literal. And the same goes for the storms. There’s obvious consequence in playing this game of feeling in great magnitudes as I do, but there are rewards as well. You just have to bask the times that you’re in heaven, and endure the times when you’re in hell.