Mental sanity is important and under appreciated. A open conversation on the topic is rare because of the potential perception of being associated with the unbalanced that crowd at the edges of society and respectable conduct.
However, I submit, to anyone open to listening, that it is an exercise needed for all of life’s stages. And not just for adults, but for all ages.
Sanity, I’ve found, is not a heavy object that can be muscled into being righted. No, it is an outlook on the world and situations and circumstances that only a perception change can correct. And to reach a new perception sometimes requires persuasion or learnings. It develops incrementally and blossoms into the person’s new reality.
The new perception, being a product of the mind, is powerful and once obtained is the filter through which all things are processed.
Mental sanity should be taken seriously with genuine efforts to mold and calm and cleanse our minds of unhealthy thoughts that seep into our behavior unknowingly.
It rains in Toronto. But lightly. It’s a polite rain and each raindrop seems to say sorry and excuse me and feels embarrassed to exist. Note: Picture taken the next day in the morning commute to work. The rain has friends: wind and cold. Alone each friend is not at its best but together the trio are dynamic and powerful. Buy a raincoat. The rain is also shy. It arrives and hangs around but never long. It’s polite in this way. But the rain still visits. Buy a raincoat. A raincoat that isn’t bulky. That’s packable in it’s own case. And one that’s lightweight.
The TTC in the evening is a good place to write. Less crowded and more noise and people just want to get home. And more laughing. She says:
Ahhahahahh. That’s hilarious. A whole hour. One more hour.
A sad day it was. The day I could no longer search. Dumbfounded, confused, I tried repeatedly and each time no results displayed. Something is clearly wrong and I was bothered. Only on the desperate last search did I see the words. So accustomed to seeing a list of results that on first view I didn’t bother to read. The brief and sweet send off read:
Torrentz will always love you. Farewell.
Returning to the homepage it was clear that the message was there all along and I simply refused to believe it. Is it rational and mentally sane to cry over a website? I don’t care. I nearly did.
Torrentz was a free, fast and powerful meta-search engine combining results from dozens of search engines
The site shut down a couple of days ago. And I’m still in shock.