You are a mess. You are utter chaos tied together with a band on the verge of breaking. Your excellent ability to act like pendulum is remarkable. Or rather remarkably reproachable. Can you stop oscillating for once? For once! I don’t intend to demean you. I am not saying you aren’t talented at all. You are perfectly capable of doing amazing things. And you have done it in the past and you are going to do it in the future. But as far as the present goes, may I just mention here, how utterly skilled you are at risk and opportunity analysis? It is commendable, truly, the way you always have a long list of things that could go wrong and a subsequent mitigation plan already ready with you which somehow, despite your excellent efforts, you are never really much confident about. And yet, on a calm silent night when we are drunk on dopamine, when we stand just a few inches away from our dreams, one can find you lying beside me – shedding tears together plotting an opportunity curve to infinity! Ah brain! You are such a mess! You are dismissive. You are submissive. You are dismissive. You are submissive. Can you grow up and get off the roller coaster ride for once? For once! Can we, ever, peacefully amble across the beach instead and just marvel at the beauty of the ocean? But no, even in this supposedly tranquil stroll, you will find a way to be an absolute retard anyway, won’t you? No, don’t drag me here! Why blame me? I am the heart and I want what I want. It’s you who doesn’t know what you want. Fine, I understand it’s not easy being you. You have inherent hardwire problems that can’t be rectified. I get it. But can we strike a small deal? I promise I am not going to ask too much from you. Brain, if you can’t help but be a mess, then fine! Be a mess. Be the calculative, commutative, contemplative and the overly caring prodigious mess that you are. But then there’s another side to you. The wilder side. The dangerous side. The careless side who isn’t concerned about the pollutants dispersed in the wind, pending projects threatening you with a possibility of an eternal life, pending mails that are yet to be addressed, the mild headache and the grotesque possibilities it might entail, the long queue of problems knocking at our door, the uncertain future or the regrettable past! There’s a part of you that doesn’t follow the plan; there’s a part of you who looks at the present and says, “Gosh! It is so beautiful!”
My dearest, dearest brain! Let that part surface a bit more often! Stop being guilty about it! You are eccentric. Learn to accept that. You are not perfect and why should you be? Who the hell knows here what perfection is! Stop being concerned about how you may or may not be a savior. You don’t even know what and whom to save exactly anyway! And that’s okay. You shouldn’t be concerned about this. Screw protecting and being protected! We are catastrophic. You are catastrophic. And that’s the best part.