whirling

Whenever I'm paying attention to my thoughts, it doesn't take long to realize how dumb most of them are. Day in and day out, stupid pointless thoughts circling round and round. All of it consisting of what essentially amounts to speculation and conjecture experienced as truth. Ideas about things that appear to have happened, be happening or could happen made up of interpretations, projected meaning and judgements.

And along the way, feelings being stirred in the body depending on what thoughts happen to be passing through. Day after day, hour after hour, minute after minute. Round and round and round the wheel of thoughts and feelings go. Where they'll stop...