Have you spoken to your brain before? I've had conversations.
Before you start freaking out let me pledge that I'm not under the influence of any drug and do not suffer from any psychological disorder. I do not hallucinate and I am not losing my marbles.
It all started on a gloomy Sydney morning. The sky had lost its blue, displaying an ugly shade of grey. The thunder drowning my words and the pouring rain melting me like clay. My sun umbrella which I 'very cleverly' carried when the forecast on every weather channel suggested heavy showers could barely withstand the strong gust of wind blowing me away. Drenched from head to toe I managed to reach the train station to find out I missed my train by exactly one minute. I sat myself on a bench with a grumpy face ready to punch the next person I could find with my broken umbrella. Embracing the state of extreme self pity I asked my brain the one question which i seldom ask myself when things don't go my way, "Why Me?". Now by my brain I mean my brain and not my heart or any other organ for that matter. They've had a reputation of fooling me in the past. "Why me?" I said to him I got no response. "Why ME?" I asked loudly, there was still a deafening silence. "WHY ME?" I yelled this time, I was successful in turning a few heads but still got no response. 'You Are So Stupid' I said to my brain, my nerves twitched, my shoulders slopped, and my face made the same funny expression that you tend to make when you feel clueless. That was when the feeling began to slowly sink and I started feeling Stupid. I suddenly felt I was surrounded by a glow of white light or you can say it was my moment of enlightenment and I jumped off the bench screaming 'Eureka' with the same excitement that Archimedes must have felt. I had found my answer. I was happy like a kid who found lost candy. I knew now that my my brain understood everything I said. But I could not ask questions I had to find my own answers. Its funny how a 'stupid feeling' changed the way I began to think.
My words soon turned into conversations and I started tricking my self into believing a lot of things. And the best part is that It actually worked for me. I learnt my mind was an innocent obedient kid. He did as much as I told him to and believed everything that I said. It was my own secret game which I knew I could never loose. With every victory I had a new fear conquered. I soon felt I was overflowing with positivity. Every time I acted pessimistically out of habit, I knew how to turn tables around. I just told my mind 'I Can Do it' and those magic words worked wonders. I came to believe that half the things we worry about never really happen. My apprehensions have vanished and Life Is Beautiful again. Its rightly said 'Its not who you are that holds you back, its who you think you are not'. Since I have an uncanny knack of remembering only the unimportant things in life, I can't remember the day when I told my mind 'I can write beautifully'. I felt like a solider who was called to war and in my confidence of winning the inner fight, which I was running away from for the past 10 years I switched on my laptop opened a blank page and the rest I'm sure will go down in history…..
