the haunting

bras and ranties has a rather hyperactive imagination. we dream, we overanalyze, we intuit and we theorize. it’s humanism with a touch of madness, the emotional and rational always in diametrical conflict.

an imaginative mind can just as often wind up in dark places as it can the bold or the glorious. a side effect perhaps. an artistic influence, some might say. yet we’ve all experienced similar – one negative thought churning about the brain, picking up momentum and muscle with each lap of the merry go round.

how strange that it takes so much more energy to be positive than the opposite; the mind used to falling into step with the march: worry, anxiety, a lack of control. is it just us? are the rest of you much happier ducks? we wonder. maybe we need more vitamin d.

le sigh.