The clutter in my head reminds me of the weeds that overtake a neglected garden. Without the constant weeding of the gardener, the plants will become choked out and will produce nothing. The weeds and the plants will look as one after a while.
My mind is like a neglected garden. Without my caring for each thought, without me processing out the good and the bad, or taking care of each thought, most of them linger there, waiting. Waiting for someone to take care of it. Waiting for me to sort through them.
But like a hopeless gardener, I don't know where to start. The overwhelming task of sorting good and bad. The tedious task of actually taking the time to understand what is happening and what I can do to make the garden fully functional. It's overwhelming and makes it easy to neglect.
So right now, I just stare at the chaotic garden and sigh... knowing I should get around to making it fruitful and good, but paralyzed by the hard work needed to fix it.
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