The mental rubbish tip

The tip I had in mind today
is not the heap of bygone years
Once, a good few years back now,
I shared with some a little view
of what I called a Compost Heap.
Today’s black thoughts
were something else
fit only for the bin.
And yet…

Sometimes it almost feels as though our mind has been taken over by aliens rehearsing speeches, parts for a play, borrowing scenes and people from our life for play that is not ours. Using our life for their stage set to rehearse some dark, destructive theme.
It can take willpower to resist the temptation to use these ready made roles in real life. They can seem witty and clever, or at least, justified. Yet I know they would only be damaging.
Throw them in the bin out of harm’s way, that seemed the obvious remedy. But I don’t like waste and think of those art installations people make from old rubbish. So, I wonder, can these thoughts, be turned around, given to fictitious characters, made into a story?

You can read about The Philosophical Compost Heap here.


About Rosalie Squires

'Who am I?' is a question whose answer keeps evolving, that can be answered in many, many ways; that has no known answer at all. But there are some clues to be found: stocksharpsquires.wordpress.
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