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Overwhelmed by visual stimuli
I've forgotten the 16 things I was meaning to Google in the last 24 hours

Maybe if I rewind to that episode where a mental lightbulb was lit it would come back to me?
Or maybe if I just slow down and stop, close my eyes and try and empty my mind the best thing will appear magically?

How much of your life is wasted because you forgot to record to relive it later?
Does spontaneous ideating to spontaneously forgetting the idea mean you should obsessively stop and write the second the idea strikes you as lightning?

And if it's visual stimulus that's the brainchild of the idea, does blinking repeatedly (not unnaturally) over time add to the idea's erosion?

There's so much you can do with your time if you pay attention to your brain. If you amuse yourself thoroughly with every idea and allow yourself to go down the deliciously fulfilling internet research of it. Or even your own musings!

How do you ensure the security of such a mind? And by securing it I mean not feeling insecure everytime a good idea is washed away by thoughtlessness or forgetting or one night's sleep. 

There's nothing more intimate than the confines of your mind. Nothing more unique, nothing with more individuality. Your mind can unleash the best version of the best book you ever read, the best (or worst) experience you've ever had, or the most amazing idea you ever heard or thought of.

And this can manifest itself in a lot of ways. It could be a dream that's beyond comprehension to others but makes beautiful sense to you. It could be a line you read from the local news that triggers a profound thought chain only you can benefit from. It could be an innocuous question a child asks you that gives you a whole new outlook on the world.

It could be an inanimate fixed object on the bathroom floor that you can imagine to be a face, a scenery, anything. And it's yours. Yours to keep secret with yourself. Yours to treasure. The reason behind you half-smiling to yourself everytime you see it while you're shampooing.

Trust your mind. Invest in it. Nurture it. Embrace it. Spend alone time with it more than with the mindlessless of mundane life. That's what teeth brushing, pot sitting, bus waiting, commuting, cleaning, decluttering, grooming, all give you a chance to do.

The relationship with your mind is sanct. It's the highest form of truth. The most important intangible. The biggest determinant of whether your morning, day, week, weekend, month, or year will go as you'd like it to.

Your sense of self is your relationship with your mind. Your sense of right and wrong is your relationship with your mind. Your sense of happiness is your relationship with your mind. 
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