I’m laying here in bed right now taking in a period of thought.  Not exactly sure why I’m up right now, so I’m just thinking.

Not exactly sure what I want to focus on in my thoughts; they’re all so jumbled right now so it’s hard to discern where one thought ends and another begins.  But isn’t that the essence of life sometimes?  I guess I say that to say that thoughts aren’t like days sometimes.

We can look at a clock and tell where one day ends and another begins.  We know at 11:59pm, one day has officially come to a close.  We know at 12:01am, another day has officially begun.  Yet, it’s all relative when you really think about it.  Because we often say our day starts when we wake up, get out of bed, have our morning coffee or breakfast, or when we even walk out the door.

Again, it’s all relative.  The ending of our days can end at various times and moments also.  But jumbled thoughts are different.  Because jumbled thoughts can represent a neverendong movie of our day, week, month, year, or life.  It’s all points back to being relative, I suppose.

And it’s all just a review.  A moment, a flash, as if in the blink of an eye.  A brief review played out in our minds to come to some sort of conclusion about our lives.  And, once the review is over, we realize that the thoughts weren’t jumbled at all.  Just pieces to the puzzle of our lives that we took a moment to put together for the sake of cohesiveness and sanity.

A beginning and an end.  I’m typing this and the Bible verse, “the end of a thing is better than its beginning” comes to mind.  And I ask myself, “how will my end be?”. If my beginning was pronounced as a miracle and my mother was full of pride and joy, will my end be one of the same? 

I suppose it would depend on how I walk away from the mirror that is my mind..