I Got My Brain Too Busy

I'm melancholy. It's in my nature to spend so much time brooding and thinking about what others say or think about me. Agreed, some people don't know how to talk. Agreed, some people are rude, discouraging and annoyingly critical. 

Agreed, some people think in an untoward and irritating manner. People are not that bad sometimes, but like I said, my imaginations and thinking as a melancholy made me think they are.

At a point, however, I asked myself a simple question. Will all those matter in the nearest future? I came to the conclusion that it won't. I know, because I've been there...several times.


So, what did I do? I got my brain too busy to think of this about others. It's all a part of life, I concluded. Sometimes it's was my fault, other times, it wasn't. But all those doesn't matter one bit...not even a hundredth of a bit.

I got creative and got involved in a lot of stuff.

I started reading widely. I started writing. I started thinking (most people don't think). I got my brain too busy.

Why am I posting this? I know there's someone out there with my temperament who's still feeling hurt or brooding over something someone said or will say; or about how someone is thinking about them... 

STOP IT. It doesn't pay. Try to think of something hurting someone said to you just a year ago. Can you? If you can't, then don't you think it's not worth suffering in self conceit, pity and delusion, like I did? 

You have a life, go ahead with it. People come; people go. It has little to do with you and everything to do with them. Get your brain too busy to think about all those. It sure pays. It did for me. Now, I'm learning to be forgiving, kind and empathetic not because people deserve it, but because I've gotten my brain too busy to think about all those.

Do like I did. Get your brain too busy. It's all for your own good anyway.

See you at the top.