Personal Narrative: Monkey Mind

It is true in life that everything happens for a reason. It is also true to say that sometimes it is all about being in the right place, at the right time. There was never a more prominent example of this than a traumatic summers evening, only a few years ago.

Yes, we are talking about your mind. Always restless, incessantly chattering, wavering, and imagining things, the nature

Through his novel Minsdsight, Daniel J. Seigel, M.D., sheds light on the wonderfully rich sea within the minds of human beings. This sea is adorned with memories and dreams, thoughts and feelings, hopes and wishes, as well as sorrows, fears, and qualms. The turbulence caused by these sorrows, fears, and qualms have the power to create feelings of overwhelming sensations. In order to surmount this turbulence, Siegel has coined the term “mindsight” which is a “kind of focused attention that allows us to see the internal workings of our own minds” (ix). Siegel promotes mindsight by weaving the concepts of neuroplasticity and integration in Part I and Part II of his novel.

When I was young my Dad would always remind me of how important these years as a kid are. He would always say watch how you act as a kid, for it will set the stage for the rest of your life. So many people I know ruined their lives when they were kids. This small, yet so important statement runs through my mind everyday. I love how everyone says they don’t care what people think of them, but I wish they knew how important it is to have a good image. I am not perfect, but I would like to be close as possible. But as Salvador Dali said “Have no fear of perfection, you’ll never reach it. “ The problem I see is everyone wanting to be someone that they are not. Sure, we all have our idols that we look

The human mind is full of wonder, and the inner workings of the human brain and

This article describes how complex and intricate the brain is. Brains determine what we think, how we act, and the things we say. Donald discusses the importance of the brain and the information it holds. The brain produces on average 70,000 thoughts a day with a total of around 100 billion neurons. Scientists have been studying “‘which regions of the brain are working, how much, and for how long, during particular tasks.’” (Francis X. Shen & Owen D. Jones, Brain Scans as Evidence: Truths, Proofs, Lies, and Lessons, 62 MERCER L. REV. 861, 865 (2011).) The brain is what makes you,

“So, uh, you’re not going to believe this.” These are the words I hear upon answering my phone. My friend continues, “I just dropped off my wife at work, and well, one tire is facing straight and the other one is not.” I get dizzy and my face lights up red as I hear the description of my car. My friend continues to stammer as he tries to explain what happened, but I don’t listen to any of it. I know that I’m getting the bill no matter what happened. “Well, have it towed to a shop.” I say, most likely interrupting his continued jabbering. “Call me when it’s there and I’ll take care of it.” This was not the first, or last, time that I had to make sure an unplanned event could be taken care of out of my pocket. In most people's lives there will

No one undersands me...My mind is flooded with endless thoughts and emotions. It's a ripple affect as one drops it creates more and more but the difference is: It's an endless ripple. Each day I think of the same idle or a new one, I try to compress it as a way to opress the notion of it, however, my mind becomes crowded with more ideations. It's like a demon, one that I created, that revolves around my eyes. I lost sight because of how pitch black it is and my eyes soon became adapted to it. My eyes follow anything that moves around my mind, my legs begin to walk to running, and without sending a signal my hands begin to reach for that motion. I find myself soon enough chasing what's been running away from me, but what can it be? In reality, it's my sanity full of vanity but in actuality it's just my insanity... But what's

The body and soul are twins, when one parts the other must follow. The soul of his longtime comrade, Wyatt Gifford was long gone. The effects of rigor mortis replaced the boisterous facial expressions that were once so familiar. Here laid the lifeless, cold corpse of Gifford, whose soul was no longer a prisoner of the body. Gifford’s soul seemed to have lingered in the body, and then it sought its escape, as its life comrade – the body – no longer functioned. All that remained of the companion of his boyhood was an empty shell. Gifford’s body had no practical use; it didn’t have to carry a soul of a person full of life and energy.

This report conducted an analytical study on the possibilities of mind absenteeism and how these are triggered while trying to analyse what is happening in our thoughts, and how aware is the human consciousness of mind wandering. This study also explores the direct effect of the external environment while human subjects conduct a task directed function (Barron, Riby, Greer, & Smallwood, 2011).

As I am laying in my bed, I can hear the voices pounding in my head. Sometimes it feels like my brain throughout the day is fried but once I am laying in bed my thoughts come alive. Some thoughts are about here and now while others are about what will my life be like 5 years from now. Always wondering about what will happen next…but that’s the beauty about writing because all of my dreams and demons are out of my head.

Monkeys love fun yet I can not. We are two peels of the same banana floating in the vast blue sea of space. We travel great distances across the stars using yellow rocketships to find our way home.

When you understand that the mind is where imagination, inspiration, belief, change, and self-discipline must take place, and you begin to infuse powerful insights and techniques to structure the process, the potential results can be remarkable.

The brain is not only an accumulation of thoughts, but it is also the thing that posses

Dear world, stop the music. Stop talking. Stop everything because I have to find my thoughts again. I have to think again because if I can 't think, I have nothing. There is nothing for me. I am not beautiful without those thoughts. I am not talented without those thoughts. I am no longer the kid that so many people believed in without those thoughts. I am the dust on the ground that someone should have kicked, someone should have trampled, someone should have spewed spit on, but decided not to because they thought one day it would rain, the sun would shine, clouds would part, and a seed would sprout forth new life from the dust. If only they urged the plant to grow, a flower would open awestricken to the sky.