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Don't you trust your own mind?

By Nia McDowellPublished 4 years ago • 2 min read
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Good morning, Mind!

Hey there, sport! So, tell me, what do you have planned for us this fine day?

Huh, I don’t know.

Well, why don’t we just sit here and think for a bit?

Sure, Mind

Well, alright then. If that’s what you want, sport. Hmm, what do you think about last night? Things were getting pretty heated between you and him, huh?

Ohh yeahhh. But it wasn’t too much, Thank God.

Hmph, always messing up things, isn’t He?

Haha very funny.

Hey, you ever thought of just going all the way with him.

What do you mean?

Well, you love him, right?

Well, yeah but that’s not how it is supposed to go.

Says who?

You know who.

I’m just saying. It wouldn’t be so bad.

YES, IT WOULD! GEEZ, why would you even think this way?

No need to get defensive, sport. I’m just trying to help you get what you want. It’s not like anyone else is gonna do it for you. They don’t care.

You know, maybe you’re right, sport. We should just stay crawled up in bed. Eat some food. Watch some movies. You know, just stay inside with nothing real to do. That way we won’t be a bother to anyone.

A bother?

Oh, come on, sport. You know as well as I do, we’re not the most fun person to be around. Always complaining, stressing, talking, and not about anything good I might add.

Well, that’s not true. We know a lot of things to talk about.

Yeah, about that Christian and responsibility nonsense. Nothing interesting. Nothing fun, alive, or even good.

But…

You can’t even help anyone with anything. The more you try the more you ruin. We give and only cause harm to those we want to help.

But…

Just admit it, kid. We got nothing to offer. And the world knows it.

…

I got an idea! Let’s go outside. Stand here… ahhh, don’t you love the open space?

Yeah, it’s nice.

And, look at all those people down there. Look like little bitty ants now, don’t they? Say, why don’t we just… I don’t know… jump.

Ouch, haha, that would definitely hurt.

Yeah, but… don’t you think it’d be easier, sport?

What do you mean, Mind?

We got nothing. Nothing to give this world.

I guess…

But what if we were suddenly gone. Just went away. Maybe then we can give something that matters. Make the world a better place. All we’d have to do is… fall. What do you say, sport?

I…

What’s the matter, sport? I’m telling you the right thing to do. Don’t you trust your own mind?

Actually… No… No, I don’t…

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